Daily Dose of Magic - Part 2

The dorm room was quiet, except for the soft hum of the heater and Bryon’s breathing as he lay sprawled across his bed, sound asleep. Blaine sat cross-legged on his own bed, the spell book resting on his lap as he thumbed through its pages, his face illuminated by his bedside lamp. His lips curled into a grin as he read spell after spell, each offering tantalizing possibilities for his next trick.

He lingered on spells that would grow Bryon’s chest again, imagining the broad pecs inflating to new, impossible dimensions. Another page caught his attention—biceps, thick and rippling with strength, growing larger with every flex. Blaine chuckled softly at the idea. Then he found a familiar one, the spell he had stumbled across the first time he’d opened the book, which could inflate his balls. Blaine raised a brow, half-tempted, before turning the page again. He could save that one for later.

Finally, he landed on something strangely interesting—a spell to enlarge the abdomen. Blaine’s eyes sparkled with delight as he imagined the possibilities. Imagining Bryon with a round belly instead of his chiseled abs sounded too funny to resist. The thought alone made Blaine bite his lip to stifle a laugh. He glanced over at Bryon, sprawled on his back, the sheets kicked aside, his muscular body on full display. His tight boxer briefs hugged his hips snugly, and his toned abdomen gently rose and fell with each breath. The perfect canvas, Blaine thought, devilishly grinning.

Blaine woke early the following morning. He stretched, careful not to make too much noise, and padded to the bathroom. The hot shower invigorated him, and he took his time, ensuring he looked casual. A hoodie was essential—both to hide his glowing fingers when the spell took effect and to add to his air of innocence. When he emerged from the bathroom, Bryon was still fast asleep, his body in almost the exact position Blaine had left him the night before.

The morning sun’s rays made Bryon’s body look magnificent. Blaine’s gaze lingered on his roommate’s well-defined abdomen, which glistened faintly in the morning light. Smirking, Blaine moved to his desk and whispered the incantation softly: “Bolg Fairsing.” Instantly, his fingertips began to glow a soft, fiery red, and he directed them toward Bryon’s sleeping form.

At first, the change was subtle. Bryon’s flat, chiseled stomach began to swell, the rigid lines of his abs stretching outward as if filling with an unseen pressure. Blaine leaned forward, his heart pounding as the expansion unfolded before him. The skin of Bryon’s abdomen took on a taut sheen, his abs remaining visible but now distended over the swell. The roundness grew steadily, pushing upward and outward until Bryon’s belly reached the size of a basketball.

Bryon groaned softly in his sleep, shifting uncomfortably as the added weight settled on his midsection. His hand twitched, briefly brushing over his expanding belly before falling back to his side. Blaine sat back, marveling at the sight. The once-flat abdomen now curved prominently, an odd contrast to the rest of Bryon’s muscular physique.

Satisfied, Blaine hid his glowing hands in his hoodie pocket and decided to wake his friend. He began making “accidental” noises—shuffling papers, clearing his throat, even “dropping” a book onto the floor. Bryon stirred, his face scrunching up as he groaned in protest at the disturbance.

“Ugh… What are you doing?” Bryon muttered groggily, his voice heavy with sleep.

“Morning, big guy!” Blaine called cheerfully. “We’ve got class soon. Don’t want to be late again, do you?”

Bryon grumbled and attempted to roll over, but the unexpected weight on his abdomen made the motion clumsy. He froze, his brow furrowing as he registered the sensation. One hand instinctively reached for his stomach, his eyes flying open as his fingers met the firm, rounded surface. “What the—?!” Bryon shouted, bolting upright—or attempting to. The weight of his new belly threw him off balance, and he flailed slightly, looking like a turtle trying to right itself.

Blaine clamped a hand over his mouth, struggling to contain his laughter as he watched Bryon struggle with his new form.

When Bryon finally managed to sit up, he stared down at his swollen abdomen in shock, his hands running over the taut surface. “What... what happened to me?” he said, looking to Blaine for answers.

Blaine shrugged, hiding his excitement. “Looks good on you, if you ask me.”

“Good?!” Bryon exclaimed, his voice climbing an octave. “I look… I look pregnant or something! There’s no way I’m fitting into any of my clothes like this!” He ran his hands over his rounded abdomen again, confused and panicked.

Blaine chuckled, waving off his concerns. “Relax, big guy. Maybe you just had a massive dinner last night or something. I can still see your abs, so you’re definitely not pregnant. It’s a muscle gut. You’ll be fine.” Bryon looked unconvinced, but before he could argue further, Blaine checked his watch. “We’ve got basic math in a few minutes. Better get moving—you don’t want to be late again.”

Bryon groaned, muttering under his breath as he struggled to get out of bed. “Damn, this thing is heavy.” The added weight of his belly made even standing a challenge.

Blaine watched in amusement as his friend wobbled slightly before finding his balance. “See you in class,” he said, leaving the room before Bryon could say anything. Blaine needed a moment to compose himself—the sight of Bryon struggling to adjust to his new center of gravity was too much. His cock was half-hard in his pants, and he couldn’t let the big guy notice how much the scene aroused him.

*

In the classroom, Blaine sat toward the back with his hood pulled up to mask the devilish grin dancing across his face. His hands, tucked into his hoodie pockets to hide their faint glow, fidgeted excitedly. He couldn’t wait to see how Bryon handled his “condition.” The classroom buzzed softly with chatter as students trickled in, finding their seats and settling in for the lecture. But Blaine was only interested in one guy.

Finally, the door swung open, and Bryon walked in, his imposing figure instantly drawing attention. He had chosen an oversized red hoodie for coverage, but even that did little to hide his predicament. The fabric stretched comically tight across his rounded abdomen, the faint outlines of his distended abs visible beneath the taut material. The hoodie’s hem barely reached the top of his jeans, which sat low on his hips beneath his swollen belly, leaving an awkward gap where his skin peeked through when he moved. His movements were clumsy, almost waddling as he navigated the narrow rows of desks.

The reactions were immediate. Several students did double takes, their eyes widening in shock as they registered the sheer size of Bryon’s belly. A few whispered to each other, stifling giggles or murmurs of disbelief as they recalled Byron arriving to class with an enormous chest the day before. Blaine bit his lower lip to keep from laughing outright, though his shoulders trembled with suppressed mirth.

Bryon, meanwhile, kept his head down, his face flushed as he tried to ignore the stares. As he moved through the aisle, his belly inadvertently bumped into the head of a guy hunched over his notebook.

“Hey!” the guy exclaimed, rubbing his head and turning to see Bryon, whose embarrassed apology only made the scene funnier.

“Sorry, man,” Bryon muttered, stepping back instinctively—only to knock into another student with his protruding belly. The second victim gave him a bewildered look but said nothing while Bryon winced and tried to maneuver more carefully. By now, several classmates were watching with poorly concealed amusement.

When Bryon finally reached Blaine’s side and plopped into the seat next to him, his belly rested heavily on his lap. He shifted awkwardly, trying to find a position that didn’t press the round bulk uncomfortably into his thighs and crotch, but it was a losing battle. Blaine turned to him, his grin barely contained.

“How’s it going, big guy?” Blaine asked, pretending innocence.

Bryon shot him a glare. “How’s it going? I feel like a whale, Blaine. My back’s killing me, my hoodie feels like it’s about to rip, and I can’t even see my feet over this thing!” He gestured at his belly in frustration, then groaned. “I don’t even know how I’m supposed to bend over if I drop something. And don’t get me started on trying to sit down without this thing getting in the way. This belly is worse than the gigantic boobs from yesterday.”

Blaine couldn’t suppress a laugh. “Well, at least you made it to class on time,” he teased, earning an exasperated groan from Bryon.

Throughout the lecture, Bryon continued shifting in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position. His belly was an ever-present obstacle, resting heavily on his lap and occasionally nudging the desk in front of him when he leaned forward. He absentmindedly ran a hand over the curve of his swollen abdomen, his fingers brushing over the taut fabric as if trying to soothe the unfamiliar weight. Blaine watched with barely concealed glee, enjoying the sight of his friend’s ongoing struggles.

When class finally ended, Bryon practically bolted from his seat, his walk noticeably altered by the size and weight of his belly. His movements were awkward and slow, his hips slightly swaying as he navigated through the crowd. Blaine gathered his things quickly and followed, curious to see what would happen next.

Bryon entered the nearest bathroom, and Blaine followed him inside. He found Bryon at one of the urinals, his hoodie pulled up to his chest and his jeans undone, revealing how they sat low on his hips, well below his belly. One hand was braced on the small of his back as he relieved himself, moaning softly in relief, the other hand resting on his hip.

The sight was too much. Blaine burst into laughter. “You look like you’re about to pop!”

Bryon turned his head, his cheeks flushing. “Don’t start,” he said, though his tone was more playful than angry. “You have no idea how bad this is. My bladder felt like it was going to explode. I think all this extra bulk is putting pressure on everything.”

Blaine leaned against the wall, arms crossed, still grinning. “Well, you seem to be managing... sort of. And come on, Bryon Callahan. If you weren’t enjoying this, you would’ve gone to the hospital as soon as you woke up.”

Bryon rolled his eyes and finished up, shaking his thick cock to prevent any leaking. He attempted to get his cock into his underwear but failed as his hands struggled to reach it. His swollen belly was too much for his waist to bend, and its size made it hard for him to keep trying. “Ugh, this is impossible,” he muttered, glancing at Blaine. “You mind giving me a hand?” Bryon turned to face Blaine, his cock and balls out of full display, their size leaving Blaine speechless for a couple of seconds.

Blaine regained composure and raised his eyebrows. “You gotta be kidding me. No way!” He turned away, laughing as Bryon let out a frustrated groan.

“Come on! No big deal. We’re both guys, and I only need a helping hand,” Bryon said, bending as best as he could to fit his huge soft cock and bull balls into the underwear’s pouch. When he finally managed, he struggled to button his pants, but with some grunts and effort, he finally managed.

After a bit more fumbling, Bryon managed his clothes into place and tugged his hoodie back down over his belly. The fabric stretched even tighter than before, and he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what’s happening to me,” he admitted as they exited the bathroom together. “But I’ve got a feeling you’re involved somehow.”

Blaine chuckled, his hands stuffed deep into his hoodie pockets to hide the glowing remnants of his spell. “Me? Why would you think that?”

Bryon shot him a playful glare, shaking his head. “I don’t know, but I’ll figure it out. And I’ll try to enjoy my day while I do,” he said, smirking despite the flush on his cheeks. “I don’t know how, but I know you did this to me,” he said, caressing his belly and making Blaine laugh.

“Bryon, you keep sounding like you’re pregnant. Come on, it’s just a food belly,” Blaine said, his face flushed in fear of being discovered. “Now, come on, we have our next class in about 2 minutes, and with your waddling, we’ll take longer to get to the classroom.”

The two walked side by side toward their next class. Bryon’s waddling gait and rounded abdomen immediately turned heads. Students paused mid-conversation, their eyes widening as they tried to process what they saw. Bryon, however, seemed to be leaning into the absurdity of his situation, embracing the situation.

“Alright, Blaine,” Bryon said, patting his swollen belly with a dramatic sigh. “Confess. You’re an alien, and this is some weird experiment to grow your alien spawn inside me, isn’t it?”

Blaine laughed hard, stuffing his glowing hands deeper into his hoodie pockets to avoid detection. “Alien spawn? Before I’d even think of making you carry my spawn, I’d need to work on my spaceship first. You’re safe.”

Bryon smirked, rubbing his belly in slow, exaggerated circles. “Safe? Look at this thing! If I wake up tomorrow and it starts glowing, I’m calling Area 51,” he said, laughing, but this time, Blaine only grinned, aware that his glowing hands would scare Bryon.

They went to the cafeteria after their second class, Bryon loudly complaining about how starving he was. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I feel like I haven’t eaten in days!” His hand rested on his belly, which let out an audible growl, making him wince.

The cafeteria was crowded, and Bryon’s size made navigating between tables a challenge. His belly brushed against chairs, trays, and occasionally other students, who stared in bewilderment. Blaine stayed close, trying not to laugh at his friend’s predicament. When they reached the food line, Bryon piled his tray with an almost alarming amount of food—burgers, fries, pizza, and a mountain of desserts.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. “You’re feeding a football team or just the belly?”

Bryon grinned, giving his belly another affectionate pat. “Hey, if I’m stuck carrying this thing, I might as well keep it happy. Your alien spawn needs some food.”

At their table, Blaine watched in amazement as Bryon devoured his meal with gusto, only pausing to adjust his hoodie when it rode up over the curve of his belly.

“I’m so hungry I’m eating for ten people,” Bryon said between bites as Blain laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh, but I know this is your fault. And you gave me boobs yesterday. Be honest, do you want me to breastfeed your alien babies?” Bryon playfully narrowed his eyes.

“They weren’t boobs, they...” Blaine began but stopped as he realized he shouldn’t comment anything about Bryon’s body to keep denying his involvement. “Dude, you’re just crazy. I’m not an alien, and you’re not pregnant.”

As the day went on, Bryon’s struggles became more comical. In their history class, he squeezed into a too-small desk, making him groan in discomfort. “This is cruel,” he whispered to Blaine. “I feel like a balloon about to pop.”

During a brief break between classes, they passed a group of girls who whispered and giggled as Bryon walked by. One of them even called out, “Congratulations!” The comment made Bryon’s cheeks flush red while Blaine had to turn away to keep from laughing out loud.

“Congratulations?” Bryon said under his breath as they walked away. “For what?”

“Maybe they think you’re actually carrying my alien babies,” Blaine said, grinning. “So it’s like... Congratulations to the soon-to-be-fathers.”

Bryon chuckled, his belly swaying with the motion. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

“A little bit, I must admit,” Blaine responded, dying to reach for Bryon’s belly to caress it, but he couldn’t let anyone see his glowing fingers.

The highlight of the day came when they returned to their dorm room. Bryon immediately stripped down to his briefs, determined to “do something” about his belly. Blaine flopped onto his bed, watching Bryon attempt a series of home workouts. First, there were sit-ups, which were an outright disaster. Bryon managed a couple before collapsing back onto the floor, his round belly rising and falling with each breath.

“This is impossible!” he groaned, resting a hand on the swell. “I feel like a turtle stuck on its back.” Next came push-ups, but his abdomen brushed against the floor with every attempt. “Great,” Bryon muttered, collapsing onto his back again. “This thing doesn’t even flatten. It’s so firm.” Blaine, struggling to contain his laughter, finally lost it when Bryon tried jumping jacks. His belly bounced with each motion, and he quickly stopped, panting and glaring at Blaine. “This isn’t funny!” Bryon said though the grin tugging at his lips suggested otherwise. “I’m trying to get rid of this thing, and you’re just lying there laughing.”

Blaine sat up, still chuckling. “Dude, maybe it’s time to embrace the belly. Look at you—you’re the perfect specimen of manhood. That thing only adds to your masculine charm.”

Bryon rolled his eyes but couldn’t hide the small smile that followed. “Perfect specimen, huh? It sounds great, but tell that to my abs.”

As Bryon flopped onto his bed, Blaine kept an eye on him, subtly focusing on making the spell fade. Slowly, Bryon’s belly began to shrink, the roundness deflating bit by bit until his chiseled abs reappeared. Bryon looked down, blinking in confusion.

“What the...?” He ran a hand over his now-flat abdomen. “It’s... gone?”

Blaine shrugged, trying to hide his grin. “Guess your workout worked. See? No alien babies. It was all in your head.”

Bryon leaned back, grunting. “Turns out you’re a funny guy. You’ve been making jokes all day, enjoying my suffering. I feel sore all over, and my back’s killing me. That was the weirdest day of my life. Please don’t repeat that again, okay?” Bryon said and Blaine chuckled, mentally prepared to try on another spell.

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