GIft of the Elixir

Nearly every head in the bar turned when he strutted in. He caught my attention too, but I wasn’t thirsty for him like the others. He was tall, 6’5” by my estimations, and nicely muscled with a big chest, small waist and nice powerful legs. He had blonde hair that fell around his shoulders like a damned romance novel cover model. His v-neck and pants were so tight I could practically see his veins through them. That was the costume of the insecure musclehead. He pursed his lips and gave his hair a flip as he perused the crowd, looking for the man who would have his attention for the night.

“Ho-lee shit,” said Doug, the bartender, as he muddled mint for a mojito. “Look at that angel? Guy’s got a body that could melt pavement.”

I shrugged. He was approaching the bar, walking slowly and intentionally as if he’d practiced the gait before he came. “I was bored of that type about a decade ago,” I said loudly. “Guy thinks he knows real muscle. He’s a big flashy nothing.” I grinned when I saw the blonde stud sneer at me. I wanted him to hear me.

He ended up grinding with a barrel-chested marine. The entire time the blonde hunk threw off a smoldering glare, his mouth barely puckered. God I wanted to cure him of his smugness. On my way out the door I slipped a card out of my pocket.

“If you ever want to put on some real size, give me a call.” Both men glared at me, unsure who I was talking about, but I slid it into the sleeve of the blonde heartthrob’s tight t-shirt and headed for the door.

I had expected it to be a few days before he came calling. I’m guessing things with the marine petered out earlier than he expected, because my big blonde manimal showed up at my house just that night.

“I’m Sid,” he said as he peered through my door. It had started to lightly rain. I gestured him inside.

“Nice to meet you, Sid.” The smattering of rain made his t-shirt slightly see-through. “Towel?”

“Actually, that’d be nice,” he said, running his hands through his damp blonde locks. I came back with a towel and a beer. He ran the towel through his hair and sipped his beer, staring around my apartment. I knew he was dying to ask me something.

“So, Sid,” I said, sitting on my couch. “I’m guessing you came over at 3 in the morning for something…”

Sid shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He rolled his big shoulders and stared at the floor. “Doug, the bartender, said you…” He cleared his throat, flexed an arm and stared at it. “He said you can make guys huge.”

I crossed my legs and put my hands on my knee. “What makes me think you deserve what I can give you?”

Sid’s expression shifted. He raised an eyebrow and stuck out a tongue as he stood up to his full height. He spun around, arched his back and thrust out his big muscular ass, slowly running his hands down his quads before rising back up. He pulled up his shirt to reveal his abs, then ran his fingers down them. He smiled at me and blew me a kiss, never losing that ridiculous half-squint, the smoky glare that I’m sure had disarmed thousands of men before me.

I yawned, purposely. He leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of the couch next to me, and leaned in very close. “I think we both know you’d like to see what I look like with a little more size, don’t you?”

I couldn’t wait to knock the smugness right out of him.

“Have a seat,” I said. “Wait here.” He ignored my first request, still standing when I came back with a small glass bottle in my hand. He eyed it suspiciously.

“What’s it, some sort of steroid or something?”

“You’ll see,” I said. “You’re not going to want to be wearing clothes when this kicks in unless you want to explode out of them.”

He shook his head. “No way does it work that fast.”

“If you’re not willing to believe I can deliver, maybe you’re not the right candidate?” I said. He exhaled loudly and undid his belt, sliding off his pants. I wondered if he was still trying to give me a show or if he really didn’t know how to move without amping up his sexuality as much as he could.

His body really was beautiful. Flawless, hairless, rock-solid and perfectly tanned. Wide shoulders, big arms, long muscle-bellies… I wonder if he ever competed, not that I care enough to ask. Once he’s naked, I take a swig from the bottle, then drop to my knees. I swallow his long cock in one quick move, dragging my tongue along its length as I pull away.

“Whoa, I… shit, man… God…”

My expert cocksucking skill disarms the hunk easily. His whole facade fades as he moans and gasps like he’s getting head for the first time.

It’s not just that I’m so good at what I do. The elixir in my mouth when I started sucking him starts doing its work.

I pull away from him just when I’ve worked him into a frenzy.

“The fuck, man?” he says, grabbing for my head to pull me back to his groin. Then it hits him. I watch his whole body flex and he looks down at himself, shocked, as his muscles start to swell.

I’m sure he can’t believe it. None of them ever do. He doesn’t get any taller but every muscle on his body pulses and swells, first like he’s gotten a full-body pump at the gym, then beyond even that. By the time the change is over, he’s a good 60 pounds heavier. His beautiful hair falls over massive delts and traps now, his beautiful head now flanked by pure muscle. He flexes each bloated pec to check if they’re real. They’re the size of watermelons now.

Each of his arms is as thick as his waist used to be now. He raises each meaty limb and makes it bounce, then chuckles. “Holy… holy shit. You really did it…” he says, his voice slightly deeper than before.

The whole time he inspects his new size--about 310 pounds on his 6’5” frame, up from the 240 he walked in with--his cock is rock hard and pulsing with every heartbeat.

Because I’ve done this so many times before, I know what he’s feeling. It’s not just the feeling of his newfound size, the added weight to his body, the power, the extra space he’s taking up… His whole body feels like a cock now. If I gently exhaled on his skin, he’d feel the same sensations as the blow job I just gave him. And every time he flexes, it’s like he’s stroking a big, sensitive cock.

I don’t even have time to grab my phone to record things before he loses control. They all do the first time, so overcome with mind-blowing sensations they’re not strong enough to handle. His massive, rippling back arches and he thrusts his groin forward like he’s going to cum--except nothing cums out.

He roars like he’s having the orgasm of his life, and then his body just deflates. All that glistening muscle, gone in an instant. He shrinks back down to his old size, then beyond. When it’s over, he looks like a lean athlete but nowhere near the head-turning muscle stud he was when he came in. When he recovers, he stands up straight and looks me straight in the eyes. I’m only 6’1” tall.

“What the… what…”

“I think it’s time to go,” I say, shoving his clothes into his hands and ushering him toward the door. He’s too bewildered, both by his recent experience with my elixir and the fact that everything looks bigger to him now, to fight back. I slam the door in his face and head to bed without a second thought.

It’s weeks before I see him again. I imagine it took him some time to amass a wardrobe that fit his new, more compact physique. I would love to have been there that first night he went out with his new size. I would have savored the disappointment when he seemed mostly invisible to guys who would have worshipped him just a week before.

He doesn’t approach me at first. He has a seat on the other side of the bar and swigs a few beers before wandering on to the dancefloor to mingle with the crowd. He’s still got that long beautiful hair of course, and his face is just as flawless as ever (just on a slightly smaller head). His problem, I’d imagine, is that he relied on his size for far too long. Now he doesn’t know what to do without it.

A half dozen rejected advances later, he demurely approaches me. Doug leans in. “Man, that pretty guy there looks just like that monster. Remember him? The one I sent your way? You didn’t, by any chance…”

I just grin and sip my bourbon.

“Damn, man, you really gotta start filming this stuff! I’d kill to have seen that one go down.”

Sid orders us both a drink before he clears his throat and speaks in a higher voice than I remember him having. “You never told me this would happen,” he says.

“You never asked,” I tell him. “Remember, you came to my house in the middle of the night. You asked for size. You never asked about the details. This is your own fault.”

“Look what you did to me!” he says. I imagine, if his voice still had the rich baritone it had when we first met, it would have sounded threatening. “You gotta undo it! Make me big again!”

“It’s not up to me. The elixir awakes the size in you, but if you can’t handle it, if you’re not man enough to keep control over your cock and hold all that energy in, it’s going to leave you, and then some.”

Sid nodded as I explained things. “So… if I just don’t cum, I’ll be big for as long as I want, right?”

“Exactly. Double-edged sword, hm? Not as exciting to cultivate all that size if you can’t use your dick.”

Sid got a faraway look for a moment. Then he finished his beer. “I don’t care if it’s temporary. I don’t care if it’ll go away. I have to be big again. You gotta do it. Please. I’ll do anything.”

I look out at the dancefloor. “Tell me, Sid. Honestly. Which of these men would you take home with you if I could give you the size you dream of?”

Sid scanned the crowd and picked out a barrel-chested bear with a goatee, dancing with thickly built redhead. “That guy,” he says. “Look at him, all cocky and confident. Bet he thinks he’s a big muscle daddy. You make me big again, I’d bend him over and show him who daddy is.”

That’s all I needed to hear. “Doug, can I have the key to the back room?”

Once again Sid gets undressed for me as I lock the door behind us.

“What is this, a locker room?” Sid asks as he scans the mostly empty room, the walls lined with locked cabinets.

“Just a tip,” I tell him. “The more you speak, the less people are interested in you. So hush the fuck up.” With a swig of the elixir, I put my mouth on his dick (which had shortened a couple of inches since the first time we did this).

Before I’m finished, Sid has inflated with size. Like before, he doesn’t gain any height but he inflates like a muscle tick. Suddenly he’s the size of a champion wrestler, then an amateur bodybuilder, then beyond. He’ll have to turn sideways just to get through doors now. His eyes are wide as he starts stretching and flexing his newly inflated muscular body, patting himself down gently.

“I’d make Flex Lewis look scrawny,” he groans as he examines his new brawn. He starts hitting some poses and his dick starts to bob. “Shit, okay… I can cool down. Cool down, cool down…” He breathes deeply and his dick slowly starts to deflate. I’m impressed: most guys don’t get that level of control until the third or fourth time.

“You’ll need some clothes,” I tell him, unlocking one of the cabinets. I pull out some oversized leather shorts and a huge harness. Luckily for Sid they fit his newfound size. Size 17 shoes complete the look and he grins. “Careful now,” I warn him as I pat his massive lat. “Better keep that dick under control.”

“Yes sir…” he moans, his whole posture slumping as he hangs his head submissively. He blinks and thinks about the words he just said as if something inside him just clicked. I know what’s going on, of course, but I want him to realize it on his own.

“Now, go find that muscle daddy and do your thing big boy!”

“Yes sir!” This time Sid’s eager to say it. He lumbers toward the door, nearly crushing the handle in his big paw. I’d estimate he’s about 360 pounds now, bigger than the biggest bodybuilder any of the men on that dancefloor have ever seen.

It’s worth it just to see the jaws drop as he struts through the crowd, one-handing men aside as he makes his way to his prize. He’s still stunningly beautiful from the neck up, that piercing glare, that beautiful hair, but his body is now a chiseled meteor of masculinity.

The “muscle daddy” Sid had eyed before seems elated when the blonde hulk approaches him with laser focus. It’s comical watching them dance; the bearded daddy is half the bodymass of Sid and couldn’t get his arms around him if he tried.

Sid is clearly enamored with the burly man. He treats him like an ape would treat its beloved kitten. I can tell that Sid came out here with the intention of dominated the bearded daddy. What he wasn’t counting on was the second function of the elixir. After granting all that massive size and cranking one’s libido through the roof, the elixir causes a man’s will to ebb away, leaving him a submissive titan, desperate to be dominated.

I almost spit up my bourbon when I watch the daddy lead Sid from the bar. Sid’s mammoth shoulders are slumped, his posture showing his deference to the smaller man.

“You do good work,” Doug says to me when they’re gone. “I only wish I could be there when they fuck.”

“Me too,” I tell Doug. What I wouldn’t give to see the burly man fuck the most muscular ass in the world--only to have it suddenly shrink down to a little blonde guy.

A month later, Sid knocks on my door. I only recognize that blonde hair, much longer on the much reduced body. I’m a good head taller than him now. He’s got an average build now, bordering on scrawny.

“I want it again,” he asks when I’m invited him in. “I’ll pay you anything.” He produces a wad of cash. I just look at it. I rarely accept payment for this. Getting to watch the effects of the elixir is almost always payment enough.

“If you really do want that size again…” I start, and Sid interrupts me.

“Please, please… anything. Just make me big. I’ll do anything, give anything.”

“I’m sure you realize after the last time that even though you were a massive man, you surely weren’t the alpha-dog all that mass should have made you. More like a little puppy, if I remember from your performance on the dancefloor.”

Little Sid stares at the ground shamefully, then shakes his head. “I don’t care. Fuck… I liked it. It was amazing, being that big, getting dominated by someone else. Just do it to me again. Please.”

“There’s a way,” I say, as I retrieve the elixir from my cupboard. “If you’d like to be big like that forever, there is a way.”

“Anything. Anything.”

I have no doubt I could ask Sid to fuck a bowl of razor blades and he would do so without hesitation. Instead, I fetch a small linen bag from a drawer in my room and return.

Once again, I suck Sids now less-than-average cock with the elixir in my mouth. Once again he swells up over 300 pounds of muscle, but this time on a 5’9” body. His eyes go wide as the size overtakes him. He’s an absurd caricature of muscularity. So much mass on his frame would no doubt be more of a hinderance than anything. I’d imagine he couldn’t clap his hands with massive pecs like that in front of him. He probably can’t even see his dick beneath that pec shelf, nor can I imagine he could full turn his swollen neck to see the wide expanse of glutes behind him. He doesn’t seem unhappy though, although I see a bead of sweat starting to trail down his forehead as well as a look of extreme concentration as he fights the rising urge to cum.

“Relax, my boy,” I say as I pull out another bottle from the linen bag. I work a green gel between my fingers and approach his throbbing cock. He gasps as I touch him, worried that he’s about to lose it all, but the gel takes effect and his cock slowly loses its rigidity, then goes completely soft.

“Holy shit,” he moans. “It’s… it’s totally numb now.” He cups a handful of his own pec mass and squeezes it. “Fuck, I can keep this forever, can’t I?”

“One more thing,” I tell him. My hands move quickly as I slip his dick into a chastity device and lock it quickly. “There. Now you won’t cum at all. All that rising sexual energy, constantly rising and never getting any release. You can get fucked in that big ass a hundred times but you’ll never lose all that size.”

His eyes flashed panic that quickly faded away. “Yes sir… Thank you sir…” he moaned.

Of course I had no use for this toy myself. I’m the type of man who shares a gift like this beautiful, submissive muscle beast with the world. But of course, I would have to take it for a test drive.

“Do five hundred pushups,” I command him, and immediately he’s down on the floor, doing pushups as far as his bulging chest and his muscle-bloated arms will allow. I watch his giant ass rise and fall before having a seat on him. I enjoy the ride for awhile before slipping a finger between those big muscular cheeks. He moands and pauses, mid-rep, as just one finger incapacitates him with pleasure. I wonder what will happen when I try something bigger.