Ancient Tomes - Part 4

Gabe slammed the door to his dorm room and let out a sigh. All he wanted was to become a big beefcake to pick up chicks, but all he’d managed to do so far is turn a bunch of formerly fit dudes into fatass queers that couldn’t stop themselves from sucking dicks. It was more than a little disheartening. 

He went to his desk to once again spend a night pouring over study notes and the book of spells but was interrupted by a knock on his door. As soon as he turned the handle the door flew open and knocked Gabe flat on his ass, his head and rear smarting from the sudden impact.

Quick to his feet, Gabe was still not fast enough to stop Roy from barging into his room and locking the door behind him.

“There you are, you little sneak,” Roy said over his shoulder, his massive bulk blocking any possibility of escape. “Thought you could get away? I’m on to you.”

His heart sank. Gabe swallowed and tried to form a retort, but Roy cut him off. “I know you’re into all this man-meat. Why keep fighting it?”

Gabe coughed, then laughed. “What? No, you fat fuck! I’m straight.”

Roy stood there for a few moments with a blank expression, then cocked an eyebrow. “But what about back at the gym when you were perving on me? And then the sumo team…?”

“I wasn’t perving on anyone! I was seeing how my spell wo-” Gabe shut his mouth, but it was too late. Roy’d heard him, and now it was Roy’s turn to laugh.

“Spell? What are you, some fucking Harry Potter wannabe?” He said, lumbering forward menacingly. Eventually he was close enough to simply belly-bump Gabe into his desk, pinning him there with the tabletop painfully cutting into his back. Roy reached down and grabbed the book of spells from the desk.

“Oh-ho! What’s this? Seems like you take this magic stuff seriously,” Roy said in a mocking tone. Gabe tried to squirm his way to freedom, but it was no use. He just didn’t have the strength to even budge the huge bully. Worse, whenever he tried to push against Roy his hands would just sink into his body. It was like trying to push against a 300 lb weight covered in 50 lbs of pillows.

Dropping the book, Roy then picked up Gabe’s notes. They were filled with explanations, translations, and what Gabe thought to the best of his knowledge of how the ancient Sumerian text ought to work. 

“‘Male potency,’ huh? Guess a twerp like you could use a leg-up in that department,” Roy continued to mock. “What does this even say? ‘Oorah pal-git taelik gonar…’” 

Oh no, thought Gabe. He was reading the spell! “No, stop-” Gabe shouted, kicking and punching as hard as he could, but it was all for naught.

“...beliyai hathor ingla?” 

Gabe felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. Every time he’s uttered those words, the men around him all turned into fat, horny, big-balled faggots. And the only person in the room who hadn’t already been affected by the spell was him. He broke into a cold sweat and waited. 

“Pfft, see? Your stupid magic doesn’t do shit,” Roy said, throwing Gabe’s notes on the ground.

For a moment, Gabe hoped against hope that Roy was right. But then he felt a sudden and strange tightness across his back, his legs, his arms. Then a heat ran through his entire body and that cold sweat turned into an almost feverish one. It was happening. 

Unlike Roy, Gabe didn’t have nearly as much mass to start with, so the spell worked much faster than before. From being barely 110 lbs soaking wet, Gabe gained muscle at a pace that would seem almost cartoonish and soon strained his pants and shirt’s ability to contain him. For a few seconds, Gabe had just the sort of body he’d always wanted with hard, defined muscles clearly visible beneath sheer fabric.

But of course, the spell didn’t stop. The sounds of tearing cotton filled the room as Gabe filled out, his incredible definition quickly disappearing beneath a sudden onslaught of lard. Gabe could feel himself getting heavier as soft bulk replaced his momentarily hard body, causing those tears to widen as his growing form sought to free itself from its textile prison. 

It was his pants that lost first. Massive rips formed first on his quads, then on Gabe’s growing hams. Bizarrely, Gabe could see the soft flesh poking out from the tears as though desperately seeking room to grow. And then Gabe’s pants seemed to entirely fail at once, tearing up and down the seams so quickly they almost flew off his body.

Just as with Roy, Gabe’s legs were large, sturdy, and wide-set, ready to withstand the massive load they’d soon be carrying. Even as the rest of him continued to bulk up, Gabe could feel his legs expanding, growing thicker until they touched at his inner thigh.

Gabe’s shirt was next. His expanding chest and torso were already causing it to ride further and further up his body, but his belly began to round out and fill with adipose, the fabric had finally had enough. A tear formed at the bottom of his t-shirt that kept climbing upwards until it met the ring around his neck, spilling his girth into the open air to expand against Roy’s bulk still driving him into the desk.

In fact, Gabe had completely forgotten about the fat gym bunny still trapping him. Roy’s expression was one of stark disbelief even as Gabe’s face grew thick jowls and chubby cheeks much like his own, his shoulders and chest widening to perhaps three times their original breadth and even surpassing Roy’s impressive stature. Rolls formed on the back of Gabe’s neck as the newly grown muscle and fat fought for limited real-estate, with similar battles happening all over Gabe’s enlarged form. 

A fire gripped Gabe’s loins as the signature moment of the spell took hold. To Gabe it felt like his balls were being pulled and squeezed when in reality they were growing to many times their former size, his sack expanding so that each orb drooped pendulously beneath his groin. Gabe had never been particularly well endowed, but even his modest cock seemed to thicken like the rest of him, a deep purple vein pulsing as it grew into a fat, uncut slug. 

Of course, Roy couldn’t see what was happening to Gabe’s genitals--their combined bulk now squashed together to completely block whatever view either Roy or Gabe had of what was happening below their waists. But Gabe could still feel it, and as much as he hated what he was becoming, he couldn’t deny how good it felt to finally have something worth noticing between his legs. 

In fact, it was enough to start blood pumping into Gabe’s cock. He felt powerful, manly--this was everything he’d wanted! Why hadn’t he seen that before? 

No longer looking down at the pervy twerp, Roy now looked ahead at a massive brute of a man. Hair grew up and down Gabe’s shoulders to join the thick pelt that covered his chest and stomach as the rest of the changes slowed and finally stopped. Roy guessed that Gabe now outweighed him by a good 50 lbs and was easily the equal of any on the sumo team, Gabe’s belly and barrel chest now dwarfing Roy’s own.

“Woah,” was all Roy said. Then Gabe pushed him back from the desk, his strength easily overpowering the big man as he rushed forward to pin Roy’s hands against the far wall, Gabe’s bulk now as immovable for Roy as his own was not moments ago. Then, to Roy’s surprise, Gabe leaned in and smothered Roy’s lips in a passionate kiss.