Daily Dose of Magic - Part 3

Blaine woke up the following morning with a grin still on his face, with the events of the previous day replaying in his mind like his favorite comedy show. The absurdity of it all—Bryon waddling into class, struggling to sit down, and awkwardly navigating the world with a comically oversized belly—was enough to keep him chuckling. He turned his head to glance at his roommate, only for his eyes to widen in surprise and bliss. If this were the scene every morning, Blaine would have a hard time trying not to make Bryon grow even more.

Bryon was sprawling across his bed after kicking the sheets aside during the night. The early morning light highlighted every defined contour of his body. His broad chest rose and fell magnificently with an almost hypnotic rhythm. Bryon’s strong arms were stretched over his head, with muscles flexing and looking pumped even in his sleep. His muscular legs were also sprawled carelessly across the mattress, the position making him look imposing.

Every inch was breathtaking, but what caught Blaine’s attention was the sight of Bryon’s crotch since he was wearing nothing but a tight jockstrap. The snug pouch barely seemed to contain him, and Blaine’s eyes darted to Bryon’s right hand, which was casually resting inside the pouch. Bryon’s hand was evidently gripped around his soft cock, and this made the scene even sexier. Blaine stifled a laugh, his cheeks heating up.

“Well, good morning to you too,” he whispered, shaking his head with an awed smile. “Seems like you had some fun in your sleep.”

Blaine quickly grabbed his towel and slipped into the bathroom for a shower. As the warm water cascaded over him, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander back to the scene he’d just witnessed. Bryon was the epitome of hotness and charm with his perfect physique and hilariously careless hand placement. Then, when Blaine returned to the room, still toweling his hair dry, he found Bryon sitting on the edge of his bed. The big guy looked half-asleep, his messy hair adding to his breathtaking handsomeness. However, what drew Blaine’s gaze was the jockstrap pouch again. It looked even more overstuffed now that Bryon was sitting upright. Blaine quickly looked away, fighting to keep his composure and pretending to be oblivious to Bryon’s big assets.

“Morning,” Bryon mumbled, stretching his arms above his head with a loud groan. The motion caused his hips to push forward, emphasizing the already prominent bulge. Blaine’s face turned red, and he busied himself with pretending to fix his hoodie.

“Morning,” Blaine replied, his voice slightly higher-pitched than usual.

“Why do you wake up so early every morning?” Bryon stood up, his massive frame unfolding with ease, and began stretching. He twisted his torso, his muscles rippling with the motion, before leaning back and pushing his hips forward in a deep stretch. Blaine’s jaw practically hit the floor, and he quickly turned away to hide his burning cheeks. “Man, I needed that,” Bryon said, rolling his shoulders. He yawned and ambled toward the bathroom.

As soon as the bathroom door clicked shut, Blaine sprang into action. He retrieved the spellbook from its hiding spot under his bed and began flipping through the pages. After the fun he had with yesterday’s spell, he was eager to see what else he could try. His eyes landed on a spell that immediately piqued his interest, considering Bryon’s recent stretching routine: “Fás An Fhreasúra.” The description mentioned enhancing the “physical prominence of one’s presence.” Blaine’s lips curved into a devilish grin as he imagined some fun scenarios.

“This sounds like fun,” he whispered. But as he read further, he hesitated. The spell’s effects sounded like they could cause quite a bit of trouble for Bryon, considering the body part it affected. However, Blaine was too excited to give those issues much thought. “He’ll survive,” Blaine decided, closing the book just as the bathroom door opened.

Bryon emerged, steam billowing behind him, his muscles glistening from the shower. His hair was damp, and he looked fantastically breathtaking. Blaine quickly shoved the spellbook under his pillow and tried to look casual. Bryon grabbed a clean pair of jockstraps from his drawer and slipped them on. As he adjusted the waistband, Blaine smiled, waiting for the right moment to cast the spell to get a fun reaction from the big guy.

“Fás An Fhreasúra,” Blaine whispered as Bryon adjusted his jewels inside the pouch. He saw his fingertips starting to glow, so he stuffed his hands into his hoodie pockets, watching with bated breath, waiting for the show to begin.

Bryon suddenly groaned, his hand instinctively reaching for his bulge. “What the…?” he whispered, his brow furrowing as he glanced down.

Before his eyes, the red pouch of his jockstrap began to swell, the material shifting slightly as if something alive was pushing against it. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the bulge grew larger, its shape rounding out as if air or water was filling it. Bryon’s eyes widened in confusion as he reached down to touch it, his fingers trembling as they brushed against the taut fabric. The growth didn’t stop—if anything, it picked up speed.

“Dude, what’s happening?” Bryon’s voice cracked, rising in pitch as he stumbled backward onto the bed, his legs giving out beneath him. His hands pressed firmly against the bulge as it continued to expand, the surface warm under his palms and now domed outward, almost like a balloon inflating. The jockstrap’s fabric began to groan audibly, the elastic straining as the swelling pushed its limits. The bulge rounded further, becoming unnervingly large as it crept down over his thighs, the seams quivering with every small shift. Bryon’s breathing turned shallow, panic creeping into his features as the pouch visibly pulsed, the material visibly thinning under the pressure.

“Oh no, no, no!” he muttered, his hands gripping the waistband as if he could somehow hold it back. “Come on!” He shouted.

With a loud, dramatic rip, the fabric gave way entirely, splitting open and leaving him exposed. The jockstrap fell in tatters around him, and Bryon gasped audibly, his mouth falling open as he stared down in disbelief. His balls—now hugely oversized—had swollen to the size of two basketballs, while his soft cock was around 16 inches long and as thick as Blaine’s forearm. Everything looked impossibly large, and even when the growth had stopped, his balls seemed to pulsate, and his cock slightly stirred to life.

Bryon looked up at Blaine, his face expressing horror and embarrassment simultaneously. “Wha—what is this?” Bryon said aloud, gesturing helplessly at the ridiculous size in front of him. “I’m...I...this isn’t normal!” His hands hovered over the bulge, too overwhelmed to even touch it again.

Blaine, barely able to contain his laughter, shrugged and pretended to be cool about the recent magical growth unfolding before his eyes. “Maybe you’re, uh, retaining water? Or you just had a second puberty?” he suggested casually to tease Bryon even more. He had to carefully position his body to hide his own growing hard-on from Bryon’s eyes. But the scene was too unbelievably fantastic for Blaine to contain his arousal. If Bryon’s body was a masterpiece before, now with such a massive cock and balls, it was out of this world.

Bryon shot him a look of pure disbelief, his lips moving wordlessly for a moment before he finally burst out, “Second puberty? Retaining water? Are you serious? Look at this!” He motioned wildly toward his swollen lower half, standing up with effort as the weight shifted, making him wobble slightly on his feet. “I’ve always been a big boy, but a hundred puberties wouldn’t do this to a man!”

Blaine smirked, his eyes flicking to the absurdly proportioned figure in front of him. “Well, whatever it is, you’re rocking it,” he said, already moving toward the door. “Hurry up, we’ve got class. You don’t want to be late again.”

Bryon’s jaw moved, but no words came out. He glanced back down at himself, his enormous cock and balls completely stealing his ability to form a coherent thought. “Class? Like this? Blaine! You can’t be serious! I need a doctor!”

But Blaine was already slipping out the door, a triumphant grin breaking across his face as soon as he was out of sight. Blaine arrived in the classroom early again, settling into his seat with a barely contained grin. The events of the morning replayed in his head, and he couldn’t help but imagine Bryon’s struggles. The thought of the big guy attempting to squeeze into one of his usual outfits—or even just walking through the hallway with that massive bulge—sent Blaine into silent laughter.

He leaned back in his chair, picturing Bryon trying to wedge himself into a desk, his bulge pressing awkwardly against the edge, drawing the attention and stares of everyone around him. Blaine would have to cover his mouth to keep from laughing aloud if he didn’t have them hidden in his pockets. 

The class began to fill with students, but Bryon was noticeably absent. Blaine kept glancing at the door, expecting at any moment to see his roommate squeeze in, face flushed with embarrassment. But as the minutes passed, the seat beside him remained empty. The professor entered and began the lecture, and still, no sign of Bryon. Blaine’s grin faltered, replaced by a growing sense of unease. He nervously moved his fingers in his pockets, glancing at the clock repeatedly as the lecture dragged on. By the time the class ended, Blaine’s worry had taken hold. He leaned back in his seat, staring at the door as the other students filtered out.

“Maybe I overdid it,” Blaine said to himself. The realization of what he’d done—and the particular body part he’d altered—was sinking in. “He didn’t have anything big enough to cover his body. What if he’s stuck in the room, too embarrassed to come out? Or worse, what if—” Blaine shook his head, unwilling to finish the thought.

Desperate to fix things, Blaine discreetly closed his eyes and let the spell fade away like he had done the previous days. His fingers glowed faintly for a moment, then the light faded, signaling that the magic had been reversed. He let out a sigh of relief, confident that Bryon would soon return to normal and show up to class. But as the day wore on, and Blaine went from one class to the next without a break, Bryon remained conspicuously absent. Blaine’s worry deepened with each passing hour. By mid-afternoon, when his last class ended, Blaine was practically running back to the dorm. His heart raced, guilt and panic gnawing at him as he reached their door.

“Bryon?” Blaine called as he pushed the door open, only to freeze in the doorway. His jaw dropped, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight before him. The room smelled salty, something Blaine recognized but couldn’t initially describe.

Bryon was sprawled across his bed, completely naked, his magnificent body bathed in the soft afternoon light streaming through the window. His broad chest rose and fell steadily, one of his thick arms stretched lazily above his head. His skin glistened, not with sweat, but with a white, sticky substance that covered his chest, hips, and abs. And then there was his crotch—it was still there, impossibly large, just as it had been that morning. The massive balls rested heavily between his legs, and Blaine’s mind raced, confused and stunned. His soft cock spread across his abs, also covered in the white substance that Blaine finally understood was Bryon’s cum. His right hand was over his thick cock, making the fuck tool look even more imposing.

“What the hell?” Blaine said, louder than intended, checking on his hands to confirm his fingertips weren’t glowing anymore. And they weren’t.

Bryon startled awake, his entire body jerking slightly. The sudden movement caused his massive balls to bounce, drawing a muffled gasp from Blaine. Bryon instinctively reached for the sheets, trying to cover himself, but most of it was beneath his heavy body, so the fabric barely draped over his expansive frame, leaving him exposed. His cheeks flushed as he looked up at Blaine, who couldn’t close his mouth in surprise.

“Uh…hey,” Bryon said casually, his voice groggy from sleep. He gave a half-hearted laugh as he tugged at the inadequate sheet. “Didn’t think you’d be back so soon.”

“What…what is going on here?” Blaine asked, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. His question expressed shock and curiosity as he gestured vaguely at Bryon’s body. “Why are you still so huge? I… I… thought it would go away like yesterday. You should be back to normal now,” he said, carefully finding the words not to betray his involvement in Bryon’s sudden growth.

Bryon raised an eyebrow, then glanced down at himself. “Well, it doesn’t look like I have,” he said, motioning to the shredded remains of his underwear scattered across the floor. “I tried putting something on, but, uh…” He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Nothing really fits anymore. Everything just exploded.”

Blaine’s face turned red as his gaze flickered to the destroyed garments. “So you’ve just been… lying here? Like this? All day?”

Bryon shrugged, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “What else was I supposed to do? I wasn’t about to waddle into class like this.” He gestured toward his bulge, which seemed even more pronounced as he shifted to sit up slightly. “I… had… I—have you ever heard about blue balls? Now imagine that, but ten times worse. I needed time to take care of that.”

“So you’ve been jerking off all day?!” Blaine said in shock. “That’s even worse.”

“Ugh… yeah. Well… it’s not something easy with something this big,” Bryon said, patting his soft cock, which stirred in response. “It’s like two feet long now, so… that’s a lot to handle, and—uh… well, it’s weird, but I kind of like it.”

Blaine blinked as his jaw dropped. “You like it?”

Bryon nodded, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Yeah, I mean, it’s…different. But I spent the day, uh, testing things out. You know, seeing what’s changed. And honestly…” He smirked, playfully caressing his massive balls. “I’ve never felt this good before.”

Blaine couldn’t help but laugh, though his cheeks burned with embarrassment. “You’re crazy,” he said, shaking his head. “You can’t stay like this. You can’t just walk out there with something this big in your pants.”

Bryon grinned, leaning back against the pillows. “Well, you’re the one who did this to me, right? So I guess you should’ve thought about that.”

Blaine froze, his laughter faltering. “Wait, what—what do you mean?”

“Dude, come on,” Bryon said, giving him a knowing look. “Weird stuff like this doesn’t just happen out of nowhere. Nothing like this had ever happened to me until the day I moved in here with you. If you’re not involved then I’ll be back to my aliens theory.”

Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, a shy smile creeping onto his face. “Okay, fine, maybe I had something to do with it. But I didn’t think it would last this long! It should be over by now. Like your butt, the big chest, and the belly. They are not supposed to be permanent.”

“Well,” Bryon said, glancing down at himself, “it has. And honestly, I’m not mad about it.”

Blaine stared at him in shock. “You’re seriously the weirdest person I know.”

“Thanks, I’ll take that as a compliment. But you’re the one who makes others grow; that’s weirder. Also, why did you even do this? I get the butt, the ass, and the pecs, but this—” Bryon replied, laughing. He leaned back, stretching his arms above his head again. “Tell me, Blaine Morain, what did you really want when you got me this big?”

“I—I didn’t mean it like this,” Blaine said, unable to find a coherent explanation.

“I think you like me, and this is how you show it,” Bryon said, winking at Blaine. “But, if you don’t mind, I’d love to enjoy this a bit more, and you better help with that,” Bryon said as his cock rose to full mast within seconds, and he gestured toward the massive, shiny head of it. Blaine immediately understood the invitation and put his bag down as he approached.

Blaine was nervous, but something deep down made him reach for Bryon’s 2-foot-long hard cock with both hands to stroke it firmly. In its hard state, it was almost impossible for Blaine to wrap both his hands around Bryon’s massive cock, but this only made him strengthen his grip. Bryon moaned and closed his eyes as a huge glob of pre escaped his slit, leaking down the massive shaft and coating Blaine’s hands.

“Keep going! Don’t stop!” Bryon said in pleasure. “Show me more of your growth magic,” he added, and Blaine grinned playfully.

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