The Sorcerer's New Apprentice 20: A Change in the Clientele�s Attitude (mc musc)
by Alyn Roze
Jake went to the large walk-in storage room looking for the elusive bottles of scotch. He felt a little out of place amongst all the fit guys.
“How could I let Jack talk me into working for him tonight? His uniform doesn’t fit me like the other guys here. Good thing his girl friend was able to take in the shirt and coat temporarily to fit my smaller body. It no longer fit like the over-sized uniform that it is, nor is it skintight, it just fit in the right places.”
As far back as Jake could remember Jack had always been a fitness person. A few weeks ago Jake had asked his brother the story of how he landed this job. Jack told him that he caught the fitness bug during a trip to a sports expo. Manufactures of fitness equipment were using the locals to demonstrate their fitness equipment. Seeing those fit bodies awoke a primal need in Jack that he didn’t know he had in him, a need to build his body.
Then one day in the weight room at ball practice he felt it again. Every day since then, chance he got, he would weight train to build up his body. During one of his session at the local gym one of the members approached him. The guy was impressed by Jack’s build and asked him if he was interested in a job in near future. The amount of money he was offered was high, higher than any part-time job he had ever had, he knew there was a catch so he asked. The guy told Jack that all he had to do was wear a super tight uniform and serve drinks at private party. Jack quickly accepted the job. The money would help pay his way through college.
But as fate would have it on the night of the party Jack had to cram for a test. He didn’t want to lose this job or the money so he asked younger brother, Jake, for help. Jake jumped at the chance to get inside the new club that he heard his brother talk about and now he has gotten his chance.
All that seemed like days ago as Jake used Jack’s photo ID card to open the electronic lock on the storage room. Jack gave Jake his photo ID and told him how to use it at the club.
“Good thing we looked so much alike or this would have never worked.” Jake thought to himself. Jake retrieved the two bottles of Scotch and headed back to the private room.
A few minutes later Jake was at the conference room door waiting for access. He tried not to show how nervous he was as he walked into the club’s most private room. I’d better not blow this for Jake or he will never forgive me.
Just like the rest of the club the room was abound with muscular men. Jake had never personally met the owner before tonight so he didn’t know which of the men to give it to. He walks over and places it down on the nearby bar. “Here are your bottle of Scotch Mr. Stone.”
Mike walked up to the young man and looked at his nametag. “Thank you ... Jack, I would like you to meet my two nephews and their friend. This is Jason and this is Brian.”
Jake shook the hands of the two young guys. The faces of the two guys didn’t look that much older than his but their bodies would put any adult to shame.
Brian intern introduces his two friends to the waiter. “And these are our friends David and Quinn.
“Why don’t you stay awhile?” Jason said as he offered a drink to the nervous young man.
Jake was so taken back by the sheer size of the four teens that he didn’t hear Jason’s invitation at first until Jason repeated his invitation. “Huh … Oh I … um ... I can’t stay Sirs. My break is not for another hour. I could get fired and I need this job.”
“Who’s going to fire you, the head waiter?” Mike said. “I’m the owner of this night club and I do the hiring and firing.”
Jake nervously slowly sits down on the edge of the nearest chair.
“I’m in trouble now. What if they find out that I’m Jake not Jack? … Look at the size of these guys! … They must be juiced up on something to be that big.”
“Jack?”
“Um …Yes?”
“My nephews and I have a bet going on the next Mr. Olympia contest.”
“I don’t follow the bodybuilding circuit like my brother ....” Jake stops talking abruptly.
“... Like your brother does, yes son, I know that you’re not Jack.”
Jake froze. “OH SHIT! I’M SCREWED.”
Brian moves over to Jake and pats him on the shoulder and said. “We won’t tell the boss if you don’t. Tell us your name. We can’t call you son all evening now can we.”
“My name is Jake, Sirs.” Jake was so taken back by being found out that he didn’t fully understand what was being said in front of him.
Little did Jake know that while he was looking for the bottles of Scotch the group was planning to grow their next muscleman?
Mike manipulated the touch pan and all images on the wall size video display merged into one solid screen. The replay of last year’s Mr. Olympia competition was playing full screen. “… and I say it’s going to will be Light Weight Jake Bricker over Heavy Weight Jack Stoner. Who do you think is going to be the big winner this year Brian?”
“I think it will be Jake.” Brian said looking over at the young man. “He has been building up his muscles to become a lot bigger than his rival this year. His shoulders and back aren’t near big as they should be but he has been doing some heavy lifting to build them up.”
Jake was so nervous sitting in front of these muscle guys talking about bodybuilders that he didn’t catch on that they were talking about him and his brother. The leather chair he was sitting in was beginning to creak under the added weight. “Why do I suddenly feel so strange?”
Brian continues his assessment. “His arms aren’t big enough. His chest is still too flat. He should have built them up to a more impressive size. He doesn’t have enough definition.”
Mike and the boys watched Jake’s body go through its changes. Brian was still amazed that his every suggestion for improvement to Jake’s body was coming to pass. The loose fitting shirt he wore began to fit tighter across Jake’s chest. The alterations on Jake’s’ shirt had come undone. His arms started to swell beneath his shirtsleeves.
Jake’s gaze was transfixed on the video display in front of him. “Oh Man! There’s that strange feeling again. I must be coming down with flu. … It feels so hot in here.”
“... and he has too much fat on his abs and obliques.” Brian said as he concentrates more on the growing young man before him. “It looks to me like he is four weeks pregnant. He needs to reduce his BFI to single digits.”
In Jake’s seated position the guys could only imagine seeing the layer of fat being absorbed into the eight-pac of cobblestone brickwork.
“Don’t get me started on his legs. They aren’t cut enough. There is no muscle separation anywhere on his body. If he would turn around you would see that he has no ass, which means he doesn’t do enough squats. He should have increased the weight on his dead lifts. That would have given him a more defined and firm ass.”
To make room for his growing leg muscles Jake stands up. He turns to one side without being told. The pants that Jake wore to work were his own because his older brother’s waist size was two sizes too large for him to wear. But now Jake’s waist size was even smaller than it was before. His pants hung loosely on his hips. The only thing that kept them from falling to his knees was his now rock hard bubble butt.
“... He also needs a boost of confidence. He should have been taking one of those enlargement pills to increase his cock size. That should give him a substantial boost in confidence.”
The small bulge that Jake had when he walked in with started to grow larger. With his loose fitting pants hanging off his hips the bulge that was his cock began to push outward against the material. “Why do I feel so turned on in front of these guys? … I’ve seen half naked guys in Jack’s muscle mags, but these guys are really turning me on. … I should be embarrassed about pitching a tent in front of them, but I’m not.”
Jason, David and Quinn witnessed Brian transform a high school senior into a professional bodybuilder right before their eyes. The bus-boy uniform stretched taut over his huge upper body. There was enough room in the front of his pants for Jake to put his hand in and adjust his new pack inside his now larger tightie-whities, thanks to Brian. The bulges in the front and the back of his pant kept them from falling down to his knees.
“Now that you see it happened?” Brian said looking at his Uncle. “Tell me that you didn’t think this is way cool?”
Mike sat back in the overstuffed leather chair. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes he wouldn’t have believed it. After a few moments of silence he finally spoke.
“How long did you say you have been able to do this magic?”
“Close to a weeks.”
Mike walks over the now larger Jake. “You changed this kid into muscle men just by talking about it. That is the most fantastic thing ever! What else can you do, how about something a little more extreme?”
“You want something more extreme huh.” Brian walks over to his Uncle and takes the video pad from his hands. “How do I scan the crowd in the club?”
“Just drag your finger across the screen in the direction you want camera to go.” Mike said.
Brian scanned the crowd. “Tell me when you see a person of interest.”
“OK …. STOP! See that person right there?” Mike takes the pad from Brian and touches the screen again. The picture zooms in on the medium sized guy. “I want you to change that man into a six foot four, four hundred pound hunk of a man everyone would like be.”
Brian concentrates on the man on the screen. He mumbles a few words than sits down. “Done, now let’s see how he turns out.”
Everyone in the room waited in anticipation for the guy to change. Mike and the guys looked back at the monitor. The man’s tailored suit began to look more form fitting. Bulging muscles were forcing the material of the suit to stretch tighter. Trapezoid muscles grew up the neck. Deltoids broadened the shoulders. Pectorals ballooned out farther on the chest while the back thickened considerably. The growing chest and back forced the larger arms out from the body. Bulging leg muscles were pushing the seams of the pants to their limits and beyond. Bulging quads peeked through the torn material. In between adductor muscles a different kind of bulge was growing. As it lay the sleeping fleshy python grew longer and thicker creating a sizeable bulge in the man’s pants. Within minutes there was a new “living” statue was standing in the middle of the club. But this one was far bigger than the rest of the “statues” in the club. He became the center of attention in the entire club. At his feet were the shattered remains of his tailored clothing. His half naked muscular body, clad only in a bright blue poser, sported a bulge larger than his two large fists combined.
Everyone in the private room was drooling over the sight that was now on the big screen. Mike was so into the transformation that his own boner was tenting his pants
“Jake I want you to go out to the club, and find someone for me and bring him in here.” Mike picks up the video pad again and searches the crowd. After a few minutes he spots a person that he saw during the last scan. He pointing to the screen and says. “See that dick right there? His name is Saint John Youngblood. He is the building inspector for the county. He has been a thorn in my side during the entire renovation. I want to see him pay for the under-the-table kick backs he wanted. “
“This could be fun.” Jake said with a grin. Before he left the room he had to readjust himself into a more presentable position.
Jake heads back out to the club looking for the next person to change. He finds the next target standing at the bar with a blond in a low cut evening dress. The two were kissing like two lovebirds.
Jake walks over to the couple and asks them a question. “Excuse sir. Is your name Saint John Youngblood?”
“The name is pronounced Sin Gin Youngblood.” The man said as he tried to ignore the stranger.
“The owner of the club would like to see you on a matter of great importants.”
“I don’t talk business out of the office.”
“This meeting is strictly for pleasure.”
“Sounds intriguing.” The man said in an aristocratic tone. He reaches into his inside tux pocket and pulls out a cell phone. “Will you excuse me for a moment, I need to take this. …Yes dear the business seminar is still going on. … No I’m not at the country club, we are in a short break in between speakers ... We will discuss this when I get home ... No I can’t leave the seminar early ... No I can’t ... look dear I have to go to a very important meeting ... don’t wait up for me I won’t be home till late ... I love you too good bye … Kissy Kissy.
The executive returns his phone to his coat pocket. “Young man, never marry into money no matter what your CPA says.”
Still hanging on him like a cat stuck on screen door the blond shows how intelligent she is. “But Pookie I don’t have any money.”
“Could you and your wife step this way? It will only take a moment.” Jake asked Mr. Youngblood.
“This is not my wife. This is Miss Andrea Liftmore.” Saint John said as he clears his throat. “She is my personal assistant.”
Jake escorts the couple back to the secret room and introduced them to the group. Mike greets them; he shakes the hand of Mr. Youngblood and kisses the hand of his escort as they enter. “Mr. Youngblood good of you to come, thank you for excepting the invitation. I’ve seen your name on all the building permits. I just wanted to personally meet with you this evening. This room is a little bit more intimate than the noisy club. May I get you something to drink, White Wine or Champaign?”
“I’ll have a glass of Champaign and assistant Miss Liftmoore will have a glass of Ginger Ale.”
“But Pookie, you said I could have Champaign tonight.” The blond said as she runs her fingers through his hair.
“Not now … later.” Saint John tells her in a low voice. “You know you can’t hold your alcohol.”
“Jake, would you get Mr. Youngblood a glass of Champaign and Miss Liftmore some Ginger Ale please.”
“Yes Sir Mr. Stone.” Jake steps back behind the bar and prepared the drinks. He puts the Champaign and the Ginger Ale glasses on a tray and carries it to the group. Miss Liftmore reaches for the Champaign but Saint John reaches for both glasses first.
“Why don’t you go talk to the bartender while the men have a business dinner?” Saint John said as he hands her drink. “... and no alcohol this time Andrea.”
Caressing his cheek the pouting Miss Liftmore said. “OK Pookie but don’t take too long … I’m lonely.”
Miss Liftmore and Jake head back towards the bar while the men go sit in the overstuffed leather chairs. Before Jake had brought in Mr. Youngblood, Mike had changed the large video monitor back to the various sporting events.
“Youngblood is an unusual last name.” Mark asked. “Are you related to Don Youngblood the 2002 IFBB Masters Olympia champ from Arkansas?”
“Heavens No! I am a fourth generation Youngblood from Miami. I don’t go for that vulgar so called sport.” Saint John takes a sip from his glass. “I would rather watch good Polo match than watch a group of gross looking, half naked, gay savages that have invaded South Beach.”
“Excuse Me?” Brian was a bit taken back by Saint John’s last comment. He stands up towering over the smaller man and says. “You think I’m a gross looking gay savage?”
“I ... I ... I didn’t mean it like it sounded.”
“Calm down Brian, let me handle it.” Mike tells nephew and continues with his conversation with his guest. “Back to the reason to why I asked you in here. I have bent over backwards to correct all the code violation in the building. The more I fix the more you would find. It has cost me thousands of dollars over my original budget to open this club. I found out recently, through my contacts in city hall, that all those costly improvements were unnecessary. If I didn’t know any better I would think that you were padding your paperwork for kickbacks, is that true?
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Saint John said trying to cover up his bad business ethics.
“I think you are lying, men, do you think you can persuade him tell the truth for a change?”
Everyone stood up and took a step closer to the little man sitting in the chair.
“No wait ... I … I … I needed the money to pay off bad investments that I made.” The wimpy little man said.
Towering over his guest Mike looks down at Saint John. “I was able to keep him from doing you bodily harm but my nephew’s attitude towards you is close to mine. You seem to have a phobia towards anybody with big muscles. Let’s see how you feel when you are bigger. I was only gonna have Brian change you a little bit but now all bets are off. I want to see just how far you can go with this one Brian.”
“But Uncle Mike, He didn’t mean it. Can’t you see that he’s drunk?” David pleaded. “We were only teasing him before.”
“Sometimes a drunk is more truthful than when he’s sober.” Mike’s attitude was a little calmer now “I want to teach this little prick a lesson, starting with his prick. I want you to make it to be twice as long as it is now and as thick as his wrist.”
Mike watched as the bulge in Saint John’s crotch grew bigger and bigger.
The drunken Saint John quickly began to sober up.
“What are you doing to me?”
“We’re just making your crotch as big as your head.” Mike said. “Brian, let our friend here see what it will look like when it is hard.”
The bulge began to go down one leg as it grew to the size of a summer sausage. The look of horror could be seen on Saint John’s face. “What is he turning me into? I look like a total freaking right now.”
“Not yet but you will be. Now I want him to get bigger, bigger than any heavy weight bodybuilder. Let’s see … now a gain four hundred and fifty pounds of solid lean muscle should be about right.”
Saint John body began to tingle all over. He looked down at his body and saw it begin to swell. He had to get to mirror fast. Each time he tried to move his body to get up Mike would push him back down again.
“You want to see how big you are gettin huh?” He saw that Saint John quit trying to move out of his chair. “Well I’ll let you go over to the big mirror over there.”
Saint John was finally free to move. He slowly got out of the chair and walked over to the mirrored wall. By the time he got there his tux was skintight and looking smaller. His five foot eight body was getting taller. The hem of his pants was a good four inches above his ankles. His coat looked like a child’s coat on his larger body. Saint John watched as his body grew bigger and bigger. His pectoral muscle expanded further from his chest while his shoulder broaden larger with bulging deltoids and trapezoids muscles giving him a no neck appearance. With a resounding rip Saint John’s upper body burst through the dress shirt and the tuxedo coat. His growing biceps continued the ripping process down his arms. The tattered remains of the Tux hung from his body like Spanish moss on a cypress tree. Tissue paper skin covered the hulking mass of muscle. The thin skin did little to cover the road map like veins that criss-crossed striated muscle. Intercostals and abdominal create an extreme V taper to a thin waistline. Saint John was beginning to enjoy his new look. He brought his hands up to his chest and slowly caressing his hairless body.
“Do you still think that a body like this is gross?” Mike said as he moved behind Saint John helping him explore his new upper body. “Don’t forget to check out your lower body.”
Saint John had forgotten about the changes below his waist. His pants looked like it was painted on. In one quick move he grabs the top of his pants and rips them off. His designer underwear had turned into a pair of black Lycra shorts with a long bulge going down one leg. With Mike looking over his shoulder Saint John watched the legs of the shorts begin to shrink. As they grew shorter the long bulge was pulled up with it. Seconds later the shorts had turned into a pair of black posers with a very large pouch. The pouch hung so low that it barely covered the base of his cock.
“What do you think of your new body Mr. Saint John Youngblood the third?”
“I think it is one of the most hideous things that I have ever seen. You change me back or I’ll sue this club for every penny it has.” Saint John demanded.”
“You may say that it is hideous but I see something that tells me otherwise.” Mike said directing Saint John’s attention and hands downwards. “Now tell me you don’t like what you see.”
The bulge in the black posers grew bigger and bigger. The stretchy material wouldn’t contain the growing monster much longer. Saint John looked down into the gaping hole between his posers and his crotch. He could clearly see his balls and the base of his cock inside. Hooking his thumbs on either side of the gap he pulls the front of the posers down over the bulge. Out flopped the biggest set of family jewels that Saint John had ever seen. His cock and balls were resting on top of thick striated thighs. As soon as it was free of its constricted surroundings his cock began to lengthen farther. As his cock got harder it began to defy gravity. It was now as long as his fore arm and just as thick as his wrist. It curved upward pointing straight between his mighty pecs. Not unlike his upper body the network of veins, just under the tissue paper skin, radiated out from his groin and down his legs.
“I-I-I-I ... d-d-do-o-o-o ... li-i-i-ke ... i-i-i-it ... v-v-ve-e-ery ... m-m-mu-u-u-ch.” Saint John took great effort to try not to say what he felt, but somehow it was forced out of him.
“Now that wasn’t so hard to say now was it?” Mike said patting him on the back.
“From now on you will want to show off this magnificent body and everyone will think that you have always been like this. Why don’t you stay right here and enjoy your new body while I go get your personal assistant. … Miss. Liftmore, will you come over here for second?”
Miss. Liftmore, with drink in hand, stagers back to the center of the room. It was obvious to Max that she was drunk.
“Miss. Liftmore, What is it that you do for Mr. Youngblood?” Max asked.
“I am Mr. Youngblood’s per-son-al as-sis-tant.” In a near drunken state Miss. Liftmore slurs her words as she attempts to maintain her balance in her walk across the room. She tries to takes a drink from the glass as she walks but ends up falling into Mike’s open arms. She than raises her glass in the direction of her now bigger boss and said. “Isn’t that right Pookie?”
Saint John was oblivious to what was being said behind him. He was moving his hands over his new muscles, checking out their new size.
“I think your new boss could use a new male assistant. Don’t you think so Brian? Mike asked.
“I don’t know if I can Uncle Mike.” Brian scratches the top of his head.
“You won’t know unless you try but this time I think I want you to let the recipient of the new assistant make the choices.” Mike turns towards the new Saint John. “Mr. Youngblood, what kind of an assistant do you want?”
Saint John was still admiring his body in the mirror. He was going through a posing routine like he was at a contest. He was enjoying it so much that his cock, even though it was steel pipe hard, swayed from side to side as he moved. He was still unaware that he wasn’t alone in the room until he felt a hand on his shoulder.
“HUH? What did you say?
“I asked you what kind of an assistant you want.” Mike asked again.
“I need someone who would love this body as much as I do.” Saint John slips back into his semi-trance like state. “He would need to be big and strong enough to be a good spotter for me.”
Mike and the rest of the guys in the room watch as Brian did his magic. He let the new and improved Saint John control the transformation of Miss. Liftmore’s body. Her body begins to lose its shapely curves. Her breasts start to deflate but are soon replaced with manly set of pectoral muscles. Her shoulders widened and swelled bigger creating the look of a female bodybuilder. Her back grew wider pushing her arms outward to the sides as they grew bigger, swelling in size.
“He would also need to be as tall as me with legs that are great pillars of strength. His entire body, though not as big, would compliment mine.” Saint John reaches down and grabs the base of his huge cock and balls.
Miss. Liftmore’s body continued to morph. Her arms grew bigger to twice their size. The long black dress she wore was getting shorter exposing her slender legs. As the hem of the dress went higher the morphing process followed. The first things to change were the open toe shoes into trainers. Once slender and smooth legs grew thicker and longer. The higher the dress went the bigger the legs got. When the hem of the dress reached his waist her panties had changed into pair of royal blue spandex shorts. The black dress soon reached its final form as a string tank top that hung loosely over a set of eight-pack abs.
“Now that is what I call a personal assistant.” Saint John said with lust in his eyes as he looked at the reflection of his new assistant in the mirror.
“Mr. Youngblood, will you need my assistance any more this evening?” The new assistant asked his boss.
“That will be all Andrew. Go enjoy yourself.” Saint John said as he reached back grabbed his assistant’s ass and gave it a good squeeze.
“I’m gonna have so much fun.” Andrew said with a smile on his face as he exited the private room.
“I think he has the right idea boys, let’s go have some fun at the party.” Mike tells his group of friends. “Care to join us Jake?”
“Sure thing Mr. Stone.” Jake replied.
“Please call me Mike, We’re all friends here. I could always use another good strong man here at the club.”
Jason was still amazed at what his brother could do with his magic. He had turned another high school student into a muscle boy. He took a blue blood snob and made him a blue ribbon winning stud. But what took by surprise was that he transformed a bimbo into a himbo, an escort that any guy or gal would die to have on their arm when they walked into the room. But a thought crossed his mind, won’t people get suspicious with all these muscle bound guys appearing all over town? He pulled him aside before they left to private meeting room.
“Brian, as much as I hate to say this, you need to cut down on the transformations. Someone is bound to take notice.” Jason said to his brother.
“Perhaps you’re right.” “The world is full of naysayers and conspiracy theorists looking to make a name for themselves. We don’t need to alert anybody. I need to meet with someone that can help us. I know that you hate it when I do this but FREEZE.”
Before he could say a word Jason was caught with his mouth wide open again.”
“Merlin, I sure could use some advice right now.” Brian walked around the room looking up at the ceiling as he talked. “I know that said that I would be careful with my magic but really some of your sage advice.”
“Look in the book.”
Brian replies to the ghostly voice in his head. “But I don’t have it here with me. I can’t carry around a twenty pound book around with me all the time.”
“All you need to do is to think of the book and it will come to you.”
Like a medium at a séance Brian puts his hands out in front of him and in a low and slow voice says. “Come to me book.”
The book appears to hover inches Brian’s hands as it materializes. Once it in is a solid again it drops into his hands. Even in his augmented body the sudden weight of it in his hands puts Brian off balance and almost falls over. “Damn, I forgot how heavy this thing is. I wish it was it was in a size that is easier to carry.”
In a blink of an eye the four inch thick book was now less than a one inch thick. The hand tooled leather cover of the book stayed the same. Brian opened the lighter book and found that within its covers was now an electronic reader.
“Where did the book go?”
“In your hand still lies the sum total of all the knowledge of the ages, in terms you will understand. Just like its predecessor this one is indestructible. To keep it safe from unwanted eyes it will look like an ordinary reader. Only in your hands will it become the Book of Knowledge. All you have to do is say is REVEAL YOURSELF TO ME and its true self will appear.”
“KEWL!”
“Now I must go.”
“But Master where …?”
“Page 27.”
Brian “turns the pages” of his book and finds what he is looking for to correct the current problem.
PROXIMITY SPELL:
A proximity spell can be put can be cast on a person, place or thing. The strength of the spell is determined by area of coverage. A more skilled sorcerer will be able to cover a large area by a correctly worded spell. The more precise the spell the more effective it will be.
Example: Casting a mind wipe spell to on the entire room will only be as effective as a forgetfulness spell. It will only make them forget what they came in for. If the mind wipe spell is put on the points of entry and egress (i.e. doors and windows) the effected people in the room will completely forget what they saw in the room once they leave.
“That should do the trick. Thank you book, now conceal yourself.” Brian watches the book turn itself into his smart phone.
“I need to test this spell on a small scale to see how it works.” Brian thinks for a moment and comes up with plan that might work. “I have to think on how to word this correctly.
All these guys with muscles round,
In this place they do abound,
Forget them now I cast around
In this building they’re safe and sound
For on this door I cast this spell,
When those who pass they will not tell,
Of the ones they saw as they did swell,
And linger not they will not dwell.
From this spell to not be rude,
Friends of mine I will exclude.
A limit of time the spell include,
At parties end the spell conclude.
Brian walked up to the door and noticed a slight shimmer surrounding the structure. “This is so Kewl. Now let’s see this spell in action.”
Brian returns to his original position before he froze time. “MOVE!”
“Who are you going to meet?” Jason quizzes his brother. “Who else knows you are a magician?”
“I’m not a magician, I’m a sorcerer, I don’t do party tricks.” Brian says taking offence at what his brother just said. “Besides I already took care of things.”
Before Jason could ask what his brother what he meant he was interrupted by his uncle.
“Brian, what are we going to do about our two new muscle friends?” Mike asks his nephew.
“Once they leave this room they will forget that they were ever in here. But I will give Mr. Youngblood the proper clothing for the party Uncle.” Brian focused on Mr. Youngblood once again. A skin tight suit formed around his body. The pants were so tight that to say they were painted on would be an understatement. The bulge that his cock made was so pronounced that it would take two large hands to cover it. The crease that divided his buttocks dove deeply between them creating two distinct striated globes. The white micro fiber shirt that covered the large torso was almost as thin as the layer skin that it covered. The eraser sized nips were pressing the material. Any movement of the shirt stimulated them to be more pronounced for all to see. The sleeves of the shirt rode high on the arms from being pushed up by the bulging biceps and triceps
“Very nice Brian but the shirt needs to be a little bit more reveling.” Uncle Mike commented.
“How about this Uncle …?” Brian looked at Mr. Youngblood once again. The crew neck shirt turned into an extremely deep and revealing “V” neck that went down to the sternum. The two large pillows of pectoral muscles pushed the opening even wider exposing a good portion of his hairless chest.
“I like the way you think young man. Now let’s go join the party I’m giving.
The party was still going strong. Outside the private room the low thump of the music was now a defining roar. The dance floor was the place to be. The under glow of the dance platform, combined with the overhead lighting, assaulted the visual senses of the party goers. There were few areas of the club were the music was low enough for conversation. Max found one such place and was making the most of it. There were size queens everywhere and he was constantly fending them off and here comes another one. After sending off another disappointed would be suitor Max relaxes in a vacant booth.
“As much as I like all this admiration it’s good to have some time to myself.” Max leans back in the booth, closes his eyes and takes a sip of his drink. “In this corner of the club the music isn’t as loud. I think I’ll just sit here and enjoy the solitude.”
“Do you mind if I join you? This seems to be the only place to sit around here.” Max’s solitude was interrupted by a voice. Not even opening his eyes he gives the ok for the person to sit down.
“These guys are so into themselves you can’t even talk to them.” The stranger says as jostles’ the table sitting down. “You try to talk to them as a person and they think you are trying to get into bed with them.”
“That is the worst pick-up line tonight.” Max thinks to himself.
“All these guys must spend every waking minute in the gym to maintain their bodies” The stranger continues to assault Max’s privacies with conversation. “It’s not like someone can make you grow just by thinking about it.”
“Why does that sound so familiar, I must have heard it somewhere?” Max said to himself. “Jim is always looking up weird stuff like that on the internet.”
“My name is Brian by the way.”
“Max.” Max raises a hand and shakes the hand of the stranger. “You look like you spend amount of time in the gym yourself.”
“I haven’t been in a gym for months” “I guess I’ve got a natural gift for muscle growth.”
Hearing that Max started to pay attention to his table companion. Without trying to draw attention to what he was doing Max slyly looks across the table once again. “Damn this guy is built! There is no way that is natural.”
In respect to his privacy Brian had only been sensing Max’s emotions. Everything he was sensing just spiked. The bait has been taken now to reel him in again.
“This is some kind of party isn’t it?” Brian tries to avoid eye contact with Max.
One of Max’s turn-offs at parties like these was that guys were constantly trying to pick him up. For some strange reason Max felt at ease with this guy. It way as if he had met him before. “Mike always throws great parties but unfortunately I won’t be able to stay for much longer.” Max says with an air of disappointment.
“Does your coach turn back into a pumpkin at midnight?” Brian inquires.
“Cute but it’s the job related.” Max gives a half hearted sigh? “I have to be across the state by tomorrow afternoon.”
“If you had a travel companion you could make it more pleasurable.” Brian said making the comment sound like an invitation.
“That’s just it, I have a travel companion but it’s the Sheriff’s nephew and he can be such a distraction some times.” Max’s tone of voice sounded a bit distant to Brian.
Brian already knew the answer to his next question. “Do you work in law enforcement?”
“I’m a motorcycle patrolman for the county.” Max looks over at Brian more intently now. “Have we met before? I have the strangest feeling that we have met before.”
“I don’t think so. I don’t know how to drive yet.” Brian realized that he made a mistake on giving out too much information. “OOPS! I shouldn’t have said that.”
“You can’t be that young with a body that big?” Max turned to face Brian “Are you juicing?”
“Sorry Max I can’t keep this up anymore.” Brian faces Max directly across the table. “Merlin was right; this is getting way too complicated. I need you to promise that you will not tell anybody what I’m about to tell you.”
“I’m sorry boy that is a promise I can’t keep. If it’s anything illegal I have to turn you in to the proper authorities.” Max said to Brian.
“Oh I don’t think so Max. Once I explain things, you will be more than happy to keep my secret.”
“If you think you can bribe me than you will be in for a big surprise.”
“You’re the one in for a surprise Max. But I think a bit of privacy is needed.” With a wave of his hand Brian made time stop. There was dead silence in the room. Max looked around the room and saw that everything had stopped.
“What the hell happened to everybody?” Max said as he jumped up out of the booth trying to get away from Brian.
“It is all me Max, I did it.” Brian told him
With frighten look on his face picks up a nearby chair like a lion tamer. Pointing the legs at Brian he says. “What are you some kind of freak?”
Brian looked at Max with a disgusted look on his face. “Am I going to have to explain it to you all over again Max?”
“When did you explain it to me before?” Max had calm down enough to put the chair he was holding back down on the floor. “I have never seen you before tonight.”
“We have met twice before.” Brian told Max. “Once at a traffic stop when I first changed you and …”
“When you first changed me?” Max interrupted. “What did you do to me?”
Reacting without thinking Max grabbed Brian by the shirt. Brian could have easily done anything to Max at that time but decided to let the emotional outburst pass.
“Since you asked so nicely I’ll change you back.” Brian said grinning from ear to ear looking at the hand that grasping his shirt. “I want you to see what you were a few weeks ago.”
For a brief second Max was afraid when he heard the words “change you back”. The fear he now felt was more like apprehension and feeling made him shutter.
Why do have to worry about? This little shit can’t do anything to me, I’m twice his size and out weight him two hundred pounds. He let his outburst pass and loosened the grip he had on Brian’s shirt. He was about to speak again when his hand was overtaken by a weird feeling. Max looked at his hand as a layer of fat began to form under the skin. His once sinewy hand was now pudgy with sausage like fingers. He released his grip on Brian to get a closer look at his right hand. He slowly turns it around looking at it at all possible angles. He reaches for his right with his left but finds that it too had changed. Max watches as the layer of fat progress up his arms.
“What is happening to me?” For the first time in his life Max was truly afraid.
“I’m just giving you what you wanted.” Brian said.
The look of fear deepened on Max’s face as the fat spread. His muscular arms shrank abet to a somewhat smaller size. Bags of loose skin formed under his upper arm. His neck fattened and formed a second chin under the original one. His shoulders began to droop as they rounder off and got fatter.
His tight fitting shirt began to feel even tighter than it was a moment ago. Once proud pectoral muscles deflated into man boobs as they drooped lower. The strain of the expanding body was almost too much for the micro fiber shirt but it held. The hem of the shirt was being pushed out of the top of Max’s pants. As the hem rose higher on his torso the exposed area started to swell larger. If the belly had been on a female she would have been nine months pregnant, but on a male it was a size sixty eight beer gut.
While everything else was getting bigger Max’s manhood was getting smaller. The twelve inch dick was pulled back up between the fatty thighs. It almost disappeared under the layer of fat that surrounded it, only a small nub could be seen of the five-incher. But that was the least of Max’s problems. His pants had been torn into several pieces by his lower body. His fat ass started the process by splitting the seat of his pants in two. The opening continued down the inseam of the pants as thigh muscles grew larger. Down the leg went the rip until pants were no more. Fat feet burst out of dress shoes leaving behind the choking leather around the ankles. The twenty five year old, and half naked, policeman quickly began to progress back to his original age of forty five.
Across the table sat the overweight policeman that Brian and his friends weeks ago. “There you go back to what you were when we first met. I also unlocked your past memories.”
Max started to cry when the memories of his past life flooded back into his mind. Memories of how alone and miserable he was in his old life. He was so miserable that he would take it out on any one he met.
“P-p-p-please change me back. I don’t want to live like that guy again.” Max pleaded.
“Ok, but, like I said you can’t tell anybody and if you do you will revert back to what you are now.” Brian snapped his fingers and Max was back in his new body.
Max patted his body and found that his clothing was back together but something was a little off and he could not quite put his fingers on it.
Brian noticed the questionable look on Max’s face. “Just to prove to you that there are no hard feelings I gave you a little bit extra muscle. No one will notice the change except you and me, Max.”
Max stood up and looked into the mirrored wall beside the booth. He had indeed gotten bigger. He now looked like a super heavy weight bodybuilder. The shoulder to waist ratio was even more exaggerated. The bulge that was between his legs had gotten even bigger to the point of being cartoonish. But He didn’t care he was falling in love at what he saw.
“I never thought that it was possible until now.” Max sits back down at the table. “Did you do the same thing to yourself?”
“Yes to me and several others. Here let me show you.” Brian probed Max’s mind but this time he was showing him what had happened the last few weeks. Max’s mind flooded with images people growing bigger at some school, at the beach and at the diner. The disjointed view showed him touching some of his friends and transforming them into muscle men. Viewing these images stirred something inside him that he hadn’t felt in decades. His crotch bulge grew tighter in his pants. Brian sensed this stirring deep inside Max.
“Very interesting Max, here I thought I turned you on to liking muscle guys but all I did was bring it to the surface.”
Slightly embarrassed Max gave out a sigh of relief.
“I had completely forgotten I had those feelings. My father was so very strict with me when I was younger. I guess I suppressed all my feelings so much to please him that I became like him. Thank you for showing me my true self.” Max leaned over the table, quickly grabbed Brian once again and kissed him on the lips.
The surprised Brian once released said “Thank you?”
“Can I still change people just by touching them?” Max asked the stunned Brian.
“Oh … um … a … yes, yes you can.” Brian said, quickly composed himself. “But you have to control yourself or things will get out of hand very quickly. Believe me it happened to me several times.”
“But won’t they notice they are being changed?” Max inquired.
“That is part of the gift. Reality around them will change with them.” Brian told him. Did I sound like this to Merlin? “Only you and I will know the truth. But now I think I should restart time again.”
Brian snapped his fingers and the club came to life once again. The sudden insertion of noise was almost defining. Max looked around the club and saw it in a whole new light. Everywhere within his line of sight he saw musclemen. There was even one bigger than he was being admired by a throng of people.
“This is going to be a fun party after all.” Max said.
Max said his goodbye’s to Brian and went to join the party goers. Brian didn’t tell Max that, when he was in the policeman’s mind, he saw what he was going to do the next day. That would kind of be fun tagging along and watch what he will do now that his true self has been released. How should I do it? Brian pulled out his smart phone and said. “Book, I need you.”
Magically the phone turned into the leather bound E-Reader. Brian searched the index page for something that might help him. After a couple of minutes of back and forth searching he found what he was looking for an inhabitation spell. Brian read that for a short time he could inhabit another person’s body. The spell required two things, turning one’s self intangible and physical contact with the other person. Brian looked for and found the intangible spell. He went into one of the restrooms to try it out without being seen. He stepped into an empty stall and locked the door. The spell was still on his phone for Brian to read:
To not be seen and still around,
A body of air to keep thee bound.
No mortal boundary shall bind thee not,
For easy of passage of which thee sought.
Brian watched as his clothes and body became transparent. He had to see what he looked like in the mirror. Brian reached for the door latch and found that his hand went through the door. He cautiously approaches the door leaning against it. Finding little to no resistance he stumbles through almost falling on the floor. Be able to pass through objects blew him away. But the most amazing thing was that he didn’t fall through the floor. Finding his center of gravity once again Brian was able to stand back up. He looks at the mirror and sees his faint outline. Brian was so into what he was seeing that he didn’t hear the door open. One of the party goers walked in and once the door closed he started to do the “dance” as he headed towards the urinal. Brian was directly in path the guy was taking. Before he could step out of the way the guy walks right through Brian.
The guy stopped momentarily, shivered, than continued to the urinal. “Oh man they have a major draft problem in this place.” The man says out loud.
“This is so kewl. He didn’t even see me.” Brian thought to himself. “I’d better become solid again.”
Brian fades back into the locked stall and recites the reverse spell:
From whence you came you now go back,
To gain it all that what you now lack.
Regain it all go back to norm,
Your prior state, your previous form.
Brian’s ghostly figure becomes solid once again. He unlocks the stall door and heads for the sink to wash his hands. The guy was still standing at the urinal unloading all the liquid that he had consumed this evening. Brian saw an opportunity to test his new spell. He repeats his intangible spell and becomes a ghost again.
“FREEZE!”
Brian walking over to the motionless guy at the urinal. He positions himself behind him, closing his eyes he leans forward and merges with the guy. There was a brief moment of disorientation before he dares to open his eyes again. When he does he is staring at the porcelain wall. He sneaks a peak downward and sees he is holding a cock in his hands and it wasn’t his.
“I can’t believe it worked.” Brian said in his new voice. “I can feel everything that he feels. I know the things that he knows. I have complete control of his body but I think he needs to be a little bigger down there.”
Brian looked down at the cock in his hand. He pulled on it making it longer. The sight of having a longer dick stirred the guy’s feelings. The new longer dick began to get hard in his hands. Brian was liking the feeling so much that he forgot that he was in someone else body. I’d better let the guy enjoy his new appendage.
The moment Brian steps out of the guy’s body the guy freezes in mid stroke. Brian becomes solid once again and walks over to the door. Before leaving the room he unfreezes the guy. As he exited the room he heard the guy moan a couple times, accompanied by a loud splashing sound than a calming and long “A-a-a-a-a-a-!”
Enjoy yourself guy, consider it a freebie.