Slammin' Sammy, Part 2 (Conclusion)

According to the poll I set up last week, "the spell backfires and Sammy gets bigger than before" was the overwhelming preference for how the story should end. So, without further ado...

Dr. Morrow began reciting the spell, happy that everything was going according to plan.

It wasn’t just a stroke of luck for the professor that he had come across the incantation to sap the characteristics of another person. He had been searching for it for almost two decades, since he had first heard about it as an undergrad, and he had done some devious things to get his hands on it. The story he told Sam about coming across it in a German book shop was a complete lie, as the paper wasn’t even written in German. It was from Sumeria, an area in ancient Mesopotamia; he had just told Sam it was German because he figured Sam would never know the difference.

It was also not by chance that the largest and most muscular student on campus ended up in Dr. Morrow’s European history class. There were a few bribes paid in the registrar’s office to make sure it was listed as the only possible Humanities requirement that Sam Bascomb could take this quarter to satisfy his general university requirements.

And it also wasn’t lucky for Dr. Morrow that Sam was failing the class. The professor had devised a specific set of tests given only to the star athlete that were much harder than the tests given to all the other students. If he had taken the regular tests, Sam would have a B average in the class instead of a F.

Any why Sam? Why not any other athlete on campus who could surrender a little bit of muscle and an inch of height to the professor. Because that was a lie as well. Dr. Morrow didn’t intend to take a little…he wanted to take everything from Sam. He had envied the big guy’s physique since first laying eyes on him the year previous, and he wanted all that beef for himself. He was desperate to no longer be a wimpy, shrimpy weakling.

So every little detail of the scheme had been carefully planned, even down to the words Dr. Morrow had said to Sam to convince him to come back when they could be alone. He had also studied the incantation extremely carefully to make sure he knew the correct pronunciation and said everything correctly so the spell would work properly. He had planned everything…or so he thought.

Dr. Morrow read from the paper in front of him – slowly saying each word so the universe would hear – while Sam sat across from him waiting to see what happened. Sam was wearing a tank top that really showed off the development in his shoulders and arms, and the thumb tack-sized nipples at the peaks of his mighty pecs were poking through the fabric. And his face – his gorgeous face – stared right at Dr. Morrow as he spoke.

The professor continued the incantation and was about halfway finished when he began to feel differently...heated…flushed…as if he had stepped into a sauna. “Is it beginning?” he asked himself. “Or am I just nervous?”

He tried to concentrate on the paper, but it was getting harder each passing second. Unlike Sam, a well-trained athlete who had spent years on baseball and football fields focusing on the game at hand and not getting distracted by the crowds, or the weather, or a losing score, Dr. Morrow did not have such a background. He was on the precipice of greatness, about to turn into the hunk of his fantasies, and his mind began to wander. He thought how amazing he would look, and how everyone would stare at him in awe. He dreamed about flexing his muscles…about lifting more than any other guy in the gym…and about taking to bed anyone he wanted. Dr. Morrow could see himself – tall, built, and with a monster cock – and started to get very hard. All his dreams were about to come true.

But first, he had to finish the spell, so he kept reading. As sweat poured down his forehead and images of his future-self floated through his brain, however, the task became more daunting. “Fuck,” he thought. “I should have practiced this while under stress. I didn’t realize it was going to be so hard while Mr. Superhunk and his giant muscles are two feet away from me…so close that I could reach out to caress them, or lick them, or whatever. And what’s the translation for this word – is it ‘receiving’ or ‘giving?’ And this one – is it ‘deliver’ or ‘provide?’ Damn, I hope I don’t screw this up.”

Dr. Morrow took some educated guesses as to the words he couldn’t remember, and then he took two deep breaths. His brain was spiraling by this point…opening up…ready for a new future.

Sam, meanwhile, sat on the other side of the desk and prepared for his fate. He loved playing baseball, more than anything, and he was glad to have worked with the professor to find a way forward. He wasn’t thrilled about losing some of his hard-earned muscle, but as the prof had said, he could always spend a little more time in the gym growing it back.

When Dr. Morrow had finished, Sam asked, “How long will it take?”

“The transfer should be immediate. In less than a few minutes, it will be done,” responded Dr. Morrow.

The pair waited patiently…one minute…two…three. Dr. Morrow was sweating even more than when reading the spell, and Sam also noticed the room getting warm, which surprised him since he was just wearing a tank top and shorts. Suddenly, both felt as through the room flashed brightly, as if fireworks had gone off right above their heads.

Dr. Morrow smiled and closed his eyes as he awaited the gifts coming his way. But he was going to be very disappointed in the results…he had guessed incorrectly at every one of the last-minute translations, and the results of the transfer were not going to be at all what he had expected. Instead of taking away Sam’s size and strength, the spell Dr. Morrow cast would simply increase their power within Sam’s own body. The professor was going to receive nothing…and even worse, he was about to lose something precious to him.

Sam closed his eyes as well when the flash came, and he realized his body began to ache…a lot. Every one of his engorged muscles was on fire from a deep internal pressure. He thought at first they might be shrinking, but then he realized he could literally feel them growing, filling his taut tan skin with their extra fibers. Sam could begin to feel the mass he was gaining, how much heavier he was beginning to feel, and it made him feel more alive with a new and growing sense of his own masculinity. He could feel itching and tingling up and down his spine, and his cock began to elongate from all the changes.

His abs were becoming huge, hard ridges of muscle, each the size of a smartphone, and his 52-inch chest was growing bigger and bigger…53…55...57…59...stretching his tank top across his torso. Sam’s hands moved instinctively to his mind-boggling new pecs felt as they got thicker and heavier, bigger in shape and size. He had to really fight to keep his hands in place, too, as his arms were adding so much size that it was becoming challenging to bend them – once a mere 22 inches, they now were 24…and then 26…and settling in at 28. Underneath, his legs and butt were growing, too, and he could feel their hard, round mass lifting his hips right up off the seat.

“I have no idea what’s happening,” Sam thought, “But damn it feels good.”

Sam opened his eyes at this point and saw his reflection in the nearby window. He was getting taller, and wider, and thicker all over…the whole episode made him feel sexier than ever before. He knew he had been good-looking, but now he felt God-like. He watched his muscles continue to grow, eventually hulking out of his tank top, shorts, and sandals so he was left only wearing his jock, which was taxed almost beyond its limit. Another half-inch of cock growth and it would bust right off as well.

Dr. Morrow heard the fabric tearing and opened his eyes. “What the fuck?” he shouted as he watched Sam grow, grow, grow…and then gasped as the behemoth stood up. Sam had to be somewhere between 6’10 and 7 feet tall and at least 450 pounds of muscle, easily one of the biggest and strongest men on the planet. He looked like a massive blond, ultra-erotic version of Superman, and Dr. Morrow’s tiny cock responded. It should have shrunk given how angry he was, but the scene in front of him was too damn stimulating.

Sam turned back to look at Dr. Morrow. The physical changes were slowing…he had almost finished morphing into his new self, but something else was different. He scanned his brain to figure out what it was. “Am I smarter, too?”

“How? How did this happen?” asked Dr. Morrow. “Why am I still small and you’re the most intensely sexual, erotic man that has ever walked the earth?”

Sam didn’t answer right away, but rather hit a double-bicep pose. He could feel his muscles move, bulge, and grow bigger than anyone else he had ever met. His biceps, which he had been rightfully proud of when they measured 22 inches of hard-fought muscle, rose and rose in response to his flexing and peaked into the most glorious specimen of musculature. Twenty-eight inches of thick, vascular, steel-hard biceps sat high above his bowling ball shoulders.

Finally, he figured out why he thought he was smarter, and what had really happened. “You fucked up, Morrow. Your little scheme to take all my muscle for yourself backfired, and you gave me more than I’ve ever had before.”

Morrow was flabbergasted. “No, I swear…I…um…”

“Save it, doc. Look, in addition to making me bigger, you messed up the spell so much that it gave me your brains, too. Everything that used to make you so smart now resides in my brain. I know everything you know. So don’t even try to deny it.”

“Please…please you must give me some of your muscle, Sam. Please, I’m begging you.”

Sam laughed. “You’re lucky that I don’t beat the living shit of you, Morrow. Tricking me into taking your class, and giving me harder tests than everyone else so I’d end up failing? Making me beg for another chance and trying to steal everything that I worked so hard for? Fuck you, if you think you’re gonna get anything from me…ever! I will be back later this week, and I’m gonna ace the final thanks to all the knowledge you just gave me, and I’m gonna stay on the baseball team. Coach is gonna shit when he sees how big I am now, but it won’t matter as long as Slammin’ Sammy keep hitting all those home runs. And all you’ll be able to do is watch from the bleachers in your tiny little clothes with your tiny little dick.”

Dr. Morrow looked down at the paper in front of him, but before he could do anything Sam’s giant hand grabbed it off the desk and tucked it in his jock.

“Yeah, I think I’ll take this little spell with me, too. It’s a little dangerous for some little wimp like you to have. I’ll make sure to keep it safe.”

“But I don’t have it memorized! Please leave it with me,” said Morrow.

“No, I think I’m gonna use it to help myself,” replied Sam.

“But you’re already so big!”

“Yeah, I think I’m large enough,” Sam said while reaching down and fondling his enormous cock. “But this new and improved meat stick dangling from my groin is gonna be too massive for my boyfriend to take. I’m gonna use this spell to grow his ass huger than he thought possible…big enough to take all 14 inches of this staff. They don’t just call me Slammin’ Sammy because of my exploits on the baseball diamond, you know. I’m kinda the master in the bedroom, too. All the guys love it when I slam into them.”

Dr. Morrow just stared at the monster cock a few feet from his face. It should seem small given that it was resting between the massive concrete towers that Sam had for legs, but it was still incredibly impressive in length and girth.

“I’m gonna make Steve’s fuckin’ enormous, too…get him up to at least 300 pounds, with half of that his massive ass. And then I’m gonna climb on top of him and drill down so deep he’s gonna see stars. So deep he’s gonna feel my tip all the way up in his throat. So deep he’s gonna cum buckets and buckets and buckets. And then when we’re done, he’s gonna be so appreciative that he worships every inch of my new muscles with his tongue, and then we’ll get right back to fucking. I'm already hard thinking about...and look at all that pre-cum dripping from me. Little Sammy can't wait to get started on this new adventure.,"

Dr. Morrow sighed, knowing that his dream was over, but Sam's had only just begun.