More Than Anything, Part 2

Hale waited patiently in his bedroom for a few minutes, but nothing happened. He was so sure that the experience after breaking the vase had been real, but perhaps it had only been a dream. A hallucination brought on by the stress of seeing Kirk again and a desire to get back at him for everything he had said and done over the years. 

Eventually, a very disappointed Hale got into bed and fell fast asleep.

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The next morning, on December 26, Kirk got up early and headed to the gym for his usual workout. He checked himself in the mirror as he entered – “Damn, stud…arms are looking good…can’t wait to blow them up even bigger,” he said to himself. 

Kirk dropped his bag in the locker room, downed a couple of hits of his pre-workout mix, and headed for the weight room. He was planning to hit his whole body today, since he had missed a few days of training due to the holidays, but he was going to start with his arms.

Very quickly, Kirk attracted an audience: a blond-haired man with a small frame, somewhere around 5’6” and 140 pounds, who was standing nearby and staring. He didn’t know the little guy, but he certainly knew his type.

“Wow”, said the ogler, clearly blown away by Kirk’s size and strength. “You’re curling 75s with each arm? That's insanne.”

Kirk set down the dumbbells, brought his right arm up, and flexed it in the little guy’s face. He had already started sweating profusely from the effort, and the musky smell from his armpits quickly filled up the space around them. “You want pythons like these, wimp? Or you just wanna grab hold and feel them?”

The little guy ignored the name-calling and started to reach up his delicate finger close to the beefy mass of muscle. “Can I touch them?” he asked

“Fuck, no,” Kirk replied. He then took his massive left hand and swatted away the man’s finger with such a forceful slap that he almost broke it. “These babies are reserved for a real man, not some pissant whose only exercise is apparently gossiping with the other queens. Go fuck yourself and leave me alone.”

The man ran off quickly, and Kirk laughed. He then picked his dumbbells back up and continued curling, hoping that a more sizable stud would notice the display.

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At the same time Kirk was working out, Hale was still in bed and having the most erotic dream he had ever experienced…at least, Hale thought it was a dream.

The powerful-looking man who had been released from the vase the night before was floating above him as he lay under his covers. Hale could see him more clearly this time – he had bronzed skin, short dark hair, and dark eyes…very dark brown, or maybe even black. He was big…a lot bigger than even Kirk, and certainly much stronger. For some reason, Hale could also tell that the man – or ghost, or spirit, or whatever – was also named Mahno.

Mahno knew everything about Hale, and he had come back to fulfill the command that Hale had made the previous evening. He pulled back the covers to reveal Hale’s naked body – it wasn’t impressive yet, but the more that Kirk worked out, the better it would become. “Are you ready for the curse to commence?” whispered Mahno.

“Yes,” whispered Hale. He was embarrassed for the powerful apparition to view his lumpy physique without any clothes on, but something inside told him that he wouldn’t feel that emotion much longer.

“Are you sure you want this to happen?” asked Mahno.

“I want it more than anything,” Hale whispered back, a little louder this time.

With that confirmation, Mahno began. Since Kirk had started by working out his arms, Mahno took his large yet soft hands and began gently rubbing Hale’s biceps, trips, and forearms. He did so very carefully, gently kneading the muscles and murmuring in his native tongue. Hale didn’t quite understand what was going on, but he liked the feeling that came from Mahno’s caress – he felt warm and safe…and stronger. His arms were definitely getting bigger – not by a whole lot, but a bit of muscle was beginning to take shape.

Across town at the gym, Kirk finished his arms and began blasting his shoulders, so Mahno turned his attention to the same are on Hale. His small, weak shoulders began to tingle just like his arms had, and slowly, ever so slowly, Hale’s began to broaden in width. There was a slight popping sound as Hale’s body adjusted to the size, as his bones, tendons and ligaments rearranged to make room for the additional muscle growing in the area. 

Hale’s pecs also began to transform…a little of the flab that had accumulated there disappeared, and hard muscle took it place. His chest firmed up and perked up, no longer sagging on top of his belly…which itself began to flatten. Hale’s abs began to tighten and although now showing yet, they were soon going to make a spectacular debut to the world.

Kirk worked on his back next, eager to increase the already-prominent V-taper he had. He fantasized about his next conquest holding on to his spectacular lats while they fucked (“The guys get so hard feeling up those muscles”), so he did as many rows and pulldowns as he possible could. Mahno responded by working his magic on Hale’s back, slowly causing the flabby love handles to shrink down in size while at the same time adding a few pounds of muscle to Hale’s lats.

Finally, back at the gym, Kirk began working out his legs. His thigh muscles already filled up his shorts, but he wanted them to grow massive, so he started doing his regular lunges and squats. But what Kirk wanted didn’t really matter to Mahno, since he had been cursed by Hale to always be the smaller of the pair, and so the spirit began to slowly rub Hale’s legs up and down over and over like a masseuse. The fatter cousin’s muscles became flush with blood, the tingling began again, and slowly but surely his quads, hamstrings, and calves began to grow ever-so-slightly.

By this point, as his muscles pumped up and increased in size, a rush of testosterone was coursing through Hale’s body. This deluge immediately caused his cock to grow hard, sprouting up from the small fat pad that had grown under his belly over the past year. Mahno gently placed his hands on the erection, sending a shiver throughout Hale’s body as if he had been plugged into an electrical socket, and began murmuring again. Hale suddenly realized how much he had craved muscle…he had tried to bury the feeling deep down, but Mahno’s touch was making him truly understand that he wasn’t mad at Kirk for making fun of him, he was mad at himself for not working out on his own to get bigger. He then spread his legs apart so that Mahno could do his work.

Mahno responded by rubbing harder…not just stroking Hale’s cock, but his balls, and his ass crack…all over his groin. A special lubricant began to emanate from Mahno’s fingers that allowed him to move faster, sending additional jolts of excitement through Hale’s body and causing his muscles to twitch. Hale could picture himself growing…flexing his mighty muscles…making Kirk look smaller and weaker…getting everyone’s attention just from his perfect body…everything he wanted out of life.

Hale’s cock was burning by this point, and his balls were churning like they never had before. “More than anything,” he whispered again. “I want this more than anything!”

“And so you shall have it,” said Mahno, who then placed an iron grip around Hale’s rod with both of his giant hands.

The pressure became too much, and Hale’s cock burst with a big stream of semen spewing up onto his stomach and pecs. His whole body quaked with pleasure, his hips bucked, and he fell into unconsciousness. When he finally came to an hour later, Hale had no memory of what had happened, but he was surprised he had managed to toss the covers off his bed and have an incredibly potent wet dream without ever waking up. He was also surprised that the first thing he wanted to do when he got up was go workout.

“Weird,” he thought. “I have never wanted to pump iron before, but now I want it more than anything.”