Daily Dose of Magic - Part 4

Blaine woke up the following morning feeling warm and more relaxed than ever, with his arms wrapped tightly around something firm and comfortable. As his senses slowly came to life, he realized he was cuddling against a broad, muscular torso—Bryon’s torso. He initially thought it was a dream. His bare skin was flush against Bryon’s, and their legs tangled beneath the covers. His face rested against the bigger man’s thick chest, and one of his arms rested possessively over Bryon’s waist. It felt too good to be real—Blaine thought.

Blaine lay there for a split second, his sleep-addled mind struggling to process the situation. Then, like a bolt of lightning, realization struck him, and his eyes snapped open in horror. His face turned bright red as he jerked away, but in his flustered state, he overcompensated, moving too hard and rolling off the bed completely. He landed on the floor beside the bed with a loud thud and a grunt.

The noise stirred Bryon awake. He stretched like a lazy lion, flexing his powerful arms above his head and causing his muscles to ripple beautifully. With a deep sigh, he blinked his eyes open and turned to the side. His body was still covered in his own cum—now dried off, but he still looked stunning this morning. Seeing Blaine sprawled out on the floor, tangled in the sheets, and looking mortified, Bryon grinned.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty,” he playfully said, clearly satisfied with the sight.

Blaine scrambled to sit up, avoiding eye contact. “Uh—morning,” he mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. “We, uh… we—”

“Yeah, yeah, we fell asleep in the same bed,” Bryon said casually, propping himself up on one elbow. “No big deal after you made me cum so much so many times.”

Blaine’s face grew even hotter, and his cock stirred awake. “Right. No big deal.” But he still felt weird about it, so he quickly changed the subject. “We should focus on your other problem,” he said, motioning towards Bryon’s still-enlarged cock and balls.

Bryon sat up properly now, stretching again before looking down at himself. His eyes immediately went to his genitals, and despite everything, he let out an appreciative whistle. “Man, look at this thing,” he said, running a hand over his still-massive cock and basketball-sized balls. “I had so much fun yesterday, but seeing them with a clearer mind is a whole different thing.”

“You sound way too excited about this,” Blaine said, unable to stop looking at the massive cock despite his flustered state. He had jerked the massive fuck tool off several times the day before but still struggled to process how big it was.

“Says the person who did this to me,” Bryon said, chuckling and cupping his massive balls experimentally, giving a gentle bounce as if testing their weight. Then he caressed their stretched shape, splaying his fingers across the smooth skin in awe. “This is insane,” Bryon whispered in disbelief. He trailed his fingers along his massive cock, noting its thickness and how it barely softened even in its resting state. He gave an experimental shift of his hips, watching how everything responded and how the heft made the slightest movements feel exaggerated.

“What are you doing?” Blaine asked, but Bryon was barely paying attention.

“Blaine, I think you might be some kind of genius wizard,” Bryon finally said, shaking his head with a chuckle.

Blaine groaned, covering his face with his hands. “You should be freaking out, not complimenting my spellwork.”

Bryon grinned at him. “Hey, I’m not complaining. I like it.”

“You’re insane,” Blaine responded. He rolled his eyes and stood up, hastily grabbing the nearest pair of pants off the floor. Pulling them on, Blaine immediately felt something was off. The pants were a bit too short, but he could probably fit both legs into one pant leg if he tried. The waistband hung low on his hips, and the backside was far too loose for Blaine’s body. Realization struck him as he looked down. They were Bryon’s.

Bryon took one look at him and burst out laughing. “Dude, those are my pants. You look like a toddler playing dress-up. It’s hot, though.”

Blaine scowled, yanking the waistband up, only for it to immediately slip back down. The fabric was ridiculously baggy on his lean frame. He tried rolling them up at the waist, but they sagged even more. “You could stand to shrink a little so they’d fit me better.”

Bryon smirked, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Or you could grow to fill them.”

Blaine rolled his eyes at the comment. “Not happening.”

Bryon snorted. “Shame. You’d look great with some extra mass,” he said, flexing his biceps and making his pecs bounce.

Blaine ignored him, giving up on trying to make the pants fit properly. He took a step, and they nearly slid off entirely, forcing him to clutch the waistband in an awkward grip. Bryon chuckled as Blaine huffed in frustration. “Anyway. Back to our primary concern. Aka, you.”

Byron nodded, looking down at his cock and balls again. He couldn’t help but smile despite the issue they represented. But he focused on reality, not letting his mind drift into horny thoughts. “I can’t miss another day of classes,” Bryon said. “But there’s no way I can show up like this.” He gestured to his fully exposed, massive genitals. “Nothing I own fits anymore.”

Blaine bit his lip, thinking. Then, his eyes lit up. “The spellbook,” he said suddenly.

Bryon raised an eyebrow. “Oh. Okay. Seriously? Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“No, but it’s our best shot.” Blaine hurried over to his hiding spot and pulled out the spellbook, flipping through its aged pages.

Bryon curiously watched as Blaine scanned through different incantations. “I’ll have to read that spellbook one of these days to see what else you can do,” he playfully said.

Blaine ignored him, flipping faster until he landed on something promising. “‘Faoiseamh Meáchain.’ It says it can temporarily reverse the effects of other spells,” he said. “Sounds about right. But it says it requires intense concentration to maintain it for long.”

Bryon nodded. “Okay. I guess it’s still worth a try. Let’s do it.”

Blaine took a deep breath, then whispered the spell’s name. His fingers glowed a soft red, and almost immediately, Bryon let out a low groan as the magic took effect. The shrinking was a subtle tingling sensation at first, but soon, Bryon could feel the shift—his oversized balls, impossibly heavy in his lap, began to draw inward. It was slow like an unseen force gently pressing against him. Soon, his cock joined the shrinking, and the big guy could only gasp in awe. Blaine’s eyes were locked onto the process, and his breath held as he worked to control the spell’s flow.

Bryon swallowed hard as the weight in his lap gradually lessened, watching as the mass of his cock and balls began to diminish. His skin tingled with every inch lost. The shift was relieving and oddly disorienting. He gave an experimental twitch, feeling the reduced heft and marveling at how he was finally able to move his thighs a little closer together.

However, the moment Blaine’s mind wavered, even for a fraction of a second, the spell faltered—Bryon’s cock gave a sudden, unprompted surge forward, and his balls swelled back outward as if rebelling against the reduction. Bryon jerked in surprise, and his breath hitched as the sudden weight returned.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned, feeling a brief jolt of pleasure coursing through his body as the growth stimulated his crotch. “Dude, focus,” Bryon said, gripping the sheets beneath him as Blaine struggled to regain control.

Blaine gritted his teeth, pushing his energy back into the spell, and this time, he made sure not to let his concentration waver. The glow around his fingers pulsed brighter as the magic continued its work, taking Bryon’s proportions back to something more manageable, inch by inch. Each moment felt like an eternity, but finally, the process slowed, and Bryon exhaled deeply, running a hand down his now-normalized—but still big—cock.

“Okay,” Blaine said, sighing. “You should be good—for now.”

Bryon wasted no time hopping into the shower, still grinning. Meanwhile, Blaine sat on the edge of his bed, maintaining his concentration on the spell. When it was finally his turn to shower, he stepped under the warm water, letting himself relax for a moment—it was a mistake. The second his focus slipped, Blaine felt the magic falter. Panic shot through him, and he immediately recast the spell, and his fingers glowed again. He had to stay sharp if they were going to get through the day without another incident.

Once both were dressed and ready, they left the dorm, walking side by side. Blaine kept his hands shoved into his hoodie pocket to hide his glowing fingers as he maintained the spell.

“So, what’s the plan?” Bryon asked.

“We go to class,” Blaine said firmly. “I can’t afford to miss any lectures.”

Bryon pouted. “I was thinking we should go shopping for clothes that fit me.”

Blaine shook his head. “No way. Class first. Then, maybe shopping.”

Bryon sighed. “Fine, fine. But you owe me big time if this spell wears off mid-class.”

Blaine laughed nervously. “Let’s hope that doesn’t happen.”

The two headed off to their first class of the day, processing their magical predicament. Blaine could already feel the strain of maintaining the spell as they entered the lecture hall. He clenched his hands inside his hoodie pockets, and his fingers subtly twitched to keep the magic stable. Bryon moved carefully, slowly sitting down, constantly looking down at his bulge, dreading—or anticipating—an accident.

The first half of the class went by in relative peace—except for the moments when Blaine’s concentration wavered. Each time his focus slipped even slightly, he would hear Bryon gasp, and his body trembled. Even though his bulge didn’t expand outward visibly, Blaine could tell the magic’s stability was faltering, causing an odd pressure that made Bryon wince. The shifting sensation made Bryon adjust his body in his seat repeatedly. His expression was a combination of discomfort and forced nonchalance.

As the lecture droned on, Blaine’s exhaustion grew. His fingers trembled slightly, and his focus blurred under the weight of holding the spell for so long. And then—it happened. His mind wandered just for a split second, breaking his focus entirely. He realized it too late—the sudden groan from Bryon beside him made his stomach drop. A distinct straining sound filled the air, faint but unmistakable. The seams of Bryon’s pants let out a warning creak, and the fabric stretched taut as his cock and balls surged against the spell’s failing grasp.

Blaine snapped his attention back, and the growth stopped before anything burst. But Bryon still tensed, gripping the edge of his desk with white knuckles. His breathing was shallow as he rode out the lingering pressure. A few students turned their heads at the sudden noises—Bryon’s groans, the fabric creaking, and the odd shifting movement. The professor paused mid-sentence, briefly glancing toward them before resuming the lecture. Blaine’s heart pounded, and sweat beaded at his brow. He had to hold on.

Bryon looked at Blaine, wide-eyed after almost causing a scene. He spoke a silent “Dude, seriously?” before shifting again, trying to find a more comfortable position. Blaine swallowed hard and forced himself to focus harder than ever, desperately hoping they could make it through class without another incident.

Blaine and Bryon somehow managed to make it through the rest of their classes without any major incidents—at least, nothing catastrophic. That wasn’t to say there weren’t close calls. More than once, Blaine’s growing exhaustion led to momentary slips in his concentration and each time, Bryon would jolt in his seat with a sharp inhale, gripping the edges of his desk as he felt the magic falter. A few times, he even let out quiet groans when he felt the barely contained weight in his lap threaten to surge forward again, the spell struggling to keep it compressed. The seams of his pants groaned right along with him, but Blaine managed to reassert control before anything visible happened.

By the time their last lecture ended, Blaine was mentally drained. Holding onto the spell all day had been like trying to keep a water balloon from bursting using only the tips of his fingers— delicate work. Now that they were finally done with class, Bryon stretched his long arms over his head with a satisfied groan and turned to Blaine with a grin.

“All right, wizard extraordinaire, time to solve this wardrobe issue,” Bryon said, grinning.

Blaine sighed. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s get it over with.”

They went to a mall downtown, heading for a Big and Tall store that looked promising. The automatic doors slid open, and as they entered, they saw countless racks filled with oversized clothing. Blaine felt a little awkward, standing in a store clearly meant for much larger men, but Bryon was thrilled.

“This place is awesome,” Bryon said, eyes gleaming as he looked around. “Look at all these sizes! I might actually find something that fits!”

Blaine watched as his friend eagerly approached a section of underwear and pants, looking through the options with an enthusiasm Blaine had only seen when Bryon talked about sports. It was strange seeing him this excited about clothing. But then, after spending the whole day relying on Blaine’s magic just to fit into his usual wardrobe, he had to be desperate for something more accommodating and something that allowed him to show off his real size.

As Bryon browsed, Blaine struggled to keep his focus on the spell. It was harder now with all the movement, with Bryon stretching and shifting, holding up different styles against his waist to judge their size. Blaine’s focus would frequently waver, and he’d hear the strain of fabric as the spell flickered. Each time, he sucked in a breath and redoubled his concentration, determined not to cause a scene in the middle of the store.

Bryon was oblivious to Blaine’s internal battle as he grabbed a few options and grinned. “All right, I’m gonna try these on. You’re coming with me.”

Blaine blinked. “What? No, I’m not.”

Bryon raised an eyebrow. “Dude, you are the reason I need these. You’re the one who did this to me with your magic, so you’re gonna help me pick what works.”

Blaine groaned but knew there was no way out of it. Resigned, he followed Bryon toward the changing rooms. Thankfully, the stalls were large and meant for customers who needed extra space. Bryon pulled the curtain aside and stepped in, gesturing for Blaine to follow. Blaine hesitated for a second before slipping inside, grateful that the stall was big enough to keep a comfortable distance between them.

Bryon wasted no time. He undid his pants, letting them drop, followed by his stretched-out underwear, leaving him bare with his 8-inch-long soft cock and big balls on display. Blaine immediately turned bright red and looked at the wall, but Bryon grinned before he could say anything. “Okay, let it go.”

Blaine frowned. “Let what go?”

“The spell,” Bryon said as if it were obvious. “If I’m gonna test these pants, I need to see if they can actually handle me.”

Blaine hesitated. “We’re in a public place—”

“And we’re in a private stall. Come on, Blaine, you know I’m right.” Bryon said excitedly.

Blaine sighed, knowing there was no way around it. With a deep breath, he let the spell dissolve, and Bryon’s body instantly responded. A slow, rippling sensation spread from his core and took over his groin as his cock and balls began to expand. His cock inched downward like a heavy rope, inch by inch stretching past his thighs as it reached its full, impressive 16 inches while still soft. The transformation wasn’t abrupt—it was slow and steady as if his body was savoring its return to form.

His balls swelled, rounding out with a weighted fullness, pressing comfortably between his thighs as they settled, reaching basketball-sized proportions. Bryon gasped as he adjusted to the sensation. His muscles tensed for a moment before he sighed contently, running a hand down his cock as if to confirm that everything was right where it should be. Both watched in stunned silence as the process finished.

Bryon whistled. “Man, that never gets old.”

Blaine coughed, forcing himself to focus. “Just—hurry up and try on the pants.”

Bryon chuckled and picked up the first pair—extra-wide cotton lounge pants. He stepped into them, but the fabric stretched awkwardly around his groin, clearly not meant for someone with his proportions. He adjusted, pulling them higher, but the fit was too uncomfortable. “Nope,” Bryon said, discarding them.

Next, he tried a pair of cargo pants with a looser fit. They fit better, but the fabric tugged uncomfortably the moment he moved. “Ugh, no flexibility.”

Finally, he grabbed a pair of sweatpants with a stretchy waistband. As he pulled them on, the material adjusted smoothly, stretching to accommodate him without feeling restrictive. He turned, checking himself in the mirror. “Okay, these might work.”

Blaine sighed in relief. “Good. Can we go now?”

Bryon smirked. “Not yet. Something’s missing.” He turned to Blaine with almost pleading eyes. “There’s so much in front, but my backside looks slightly flat now. I need some more meat to fill the pants at the back.”

Blaine’s eyes widened. “Bryon, your butt is not flat. It’s bubbly perfect—” He blushed and stopped before finishing the comment.

Bryon crossed his arms over his broad chest, smirking at the compliment. “Thanks! But! Come on, Blaine. You owe me. And it probably won’t be permanent. You already made my ass grow a bit a few days ago, right?”

Blaine groaned but reluctantly lifted his hands. “Fás Tóna,” he said, and his fingers glowed as the magic flowed into Bryon.

Bryon’s butt immediately began to expand, slowly rounding out. The fabric of his sweatpants pulled tighter and tighter as his ass grew firmer, pushing outward, his cheeks rounding like overfilled balloons until each one was as large as a basketball. The seams of the pants stretched but miraculously held, the elastic waistband slightly dipping as it fought to contain the sudden increase in mass.

Bryon let out a pleased hum, slightly shifting his stance and feeling the new weight settle behind him. He twisted at the waist, checking himself out in the mirror and smirking as he gave his hips a playful sway. “Oh yeah,” he said, running a hand down his side and across the curve of his new ass. “Now, this is perfect.”

To emphasize his point, he turned fully, glancing over his shoulder, then struck a pose—one foot slightly forward, weight shifted, giving a playful flex. The fabric hugged every contour, the smooth material stretching seamlessly over his thickened body. “Admit it, Blaine,” he teased, grinning. “I look better like this.”

Blaine blushed and sighed. “Yeah, you do. But the fun’s over; let’s undo it—” He said, letting the spell fade, and his fingers stopped glowing. But nothing happened. Bryon’s glutes stayed the same. Blaine’s eyes widened. “Uh—”

Bryon laughed. “Oh, man. It looks like this one’s staying too.”

Blaine groaned. “What? No! This shouldn’t be happening. And why are you so excited?”

Bryon struck another pose, loving how his bulge and his ass looked in his pants. “I mean, can you blame me? I look amazing.”

Blaine rubbed his temples, exasperated. “I swear, you’ll give me a heart attack. You’ve convinced me to stop testing spells on you.”

“Oh, come on!” Bryon smirked. “I love being your test subject.”

Blaine couldn’t help but chuckle, aware that he was the only one to blame for their current situation. “Yeah, but the experiment is over.” He said as Bryon admired his new proportions in the mirror. But deep down, he couldn’t help but wonder how Bryon would look if he tried on some other spells. Blaine couldn’t lie to himself. He loved this as much as Bryon did.

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