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Don’t get me wrong, I love my boyfriend John, but after 8 years of realtionship the things between us have slowed down a lot. The fire that had been burning between the two of us has died down to a candle and while we still have sex on a regular basis it’s neither as often nor as intense as 8 years ago. Usually his dick, while only 5 inches long when hard, always does a good job of satisfying me, lately he hasn’t really been able to really make me orgasm.

That’s why we decided to change something about our relationship. We talked and it seems like I wasn’t the only one who noticed the things that go wrong in our live. I also have a feeling that John has been rather self concious lately, especially about his at best average body. We are about the same height, yet I go jogging and stuff a lot, so I have a slim athletic body, while my lazy boyfriend has gained a few pounds and a slight pouch since we became a couple in high school.

That’s why we decided to contact my friend Sheila. She and her husband, who she frequently called a wimp, had been going through hard times, like John and me, but then she just stopped complaining one day, which is pretty out of character for her. Also she really loves gossip and girl talk, so when she told me about how much she gets fucked by her stud of a husband I naturally asked if she had left her man and gotten herself a manlier one. She just smiled and said that if me and John ever wanted to experience what she and her husband did, we should come and visit her.

And so on a sunny Sunday afternoon me and John found ourselves in front of the huge mansion Sheila and her husband Rick inhabited. Apparently Rick was a CEO in some huge company and made a ton of money that allowed them to live quite the lavish lifestyle. Carefully I rang the bell and almost immediately an absolute behemoth of a man opened the door. The man must have been about a foot taller than both me and John and easily twice as wide. His immense shoulders looked like they’d have no trouble carrying us and the rest of his body absolutely matched.

Huge flipper like feet, probably size 17 or above, that were attached to diamond shaped claves and tree trunk quads that were so big they forced him to take a special stance in order to be at least semi-comfortable and not crush the immense bulge resting between them. The man was shirtless, showing off his muscular tanned torso with washboard abs and boulder like pecs. Of course the huge arms that looked like they cold rip apart steel doors and had pencil thick veins running along them were something to gawk at too. With the most mascuine soothing baritone I had ever heard the man introduced himself: “I’m Rick, please come in.”

I couldn’t believe that Sheila had ever complained about how wimpy Rick was. This man looked like he needed to look wimp up in a dictionary to even know what it meant. Speaking of the devil, my trophy wife friend came hurrying down the stairs. She planted a sensual kiss on her husband’s perfect lips and turned to us. “Good thing you decided to come. Let’s go upstairs. Rick, please take care of John.”, she quickly ordered and just as hastily as she had come she dragged me upstairs, leaving our two men in the lobby. John looked incredibly uncomfortable and emasculated next to the giant that was Rick, who just threw him a friendly smile and guided him towards the living room.

Sheila still had my wrist in an vice like grip when she dragged me down the hallway into a room at the far end of it. She pulled out a small piece of chalk, drew a small symbol on the door and it sprung open. She shoved me inside and pulled the door closed behind her. I looked around the room. It was dominated by a large bookstand in the middle that had a huge book rested on it. The walls were lined with smaller bookshelves and cupboards contaning bottles with dried plants and the like. Overall the place reminded me a lot of a stereotypical witch house, even though it was only a small room.

Finally Sheila decided to explain herself. “Don’t freak out, but last year I found out that I hail from a long line of witches and wizards. I found that huge tome in my mother’s attic when she died.” She pointed to the book in the middle of the room and resumed. “It’s a so called grimoire with all kinds of magic spells inside. There’s literally a spell for anything you could imagine.” I was more than just a bit baffled, but she just kept talking. “That’s how I found the Body Modifying Ritual. I used it on Rick and now he is that epitome of manliness you saw in the lobby.” She seemed to be finished and all of a sudden the questions started to bubble out of me. Magic? Witches? Rituals? I was ready to call the local psychiatry, but Sheila stopped me and offered a demonstration.

After that I  was completely sold on the idea of magic, after all seeing a dried rose turn into a cat and back into a rose in a matter of minutes can kind of make you a believer. She showed me a few spells that I might find interesting, among others one that would make all of my cooking really delicious. However the most interesting one was the Body Modifying ritual that she had mentioned beforehand. That was also what she had meant when she offered to solve the problems between me and John. Quickly she explained it to me and it turned out that it was pretty easy.

We just needed to assemble things that represented certain attributes, like a cross would symbolize the Christian faith, and say a magic spell that Sheila had prepared. And so after a quick cup of coffee at Sheila’s, where Rick told us about the side effects of the spell (apparently only relatives and loved ones remembered the old you, the rest of the world remembered the new you.) and how he had apparently been a porn actor before his CEO career, we were on our way home, eager to cast the spell.

Sheila had given us a list of items that would be useful and as soon as we closed the front door behind us we started gathering the stuff. Good luck that because of our jobs we had a lot of free samples at home. After about an hour of searching and rummaging through even the smallest of closets we had assembled all the stuff we needed and sat in the kitchen.

Clearly uncomfortable with the situation, John pulled off his shirt and revealed his upper body. I could fully understand that my boyfriend didn’t like stripping, with his slightly pudgy, unimpressive torso out in the open, his slightly crooked back full of zit marks. Of course we both knew that I didn’t love him for his looks, but he still looked a bit embarassed, even though I had seen his body hundreds of times before. He murmured something along the lines of “Let’s please get this over with.”

I quickly said the first part of the spell and a shimmer coated his body in a substance that looked a lot like sweat, but a lot stickier, which would allow me to stick the few items we had gathered to his chest and shoulders. I also rubbed a bit of the body wash we had found into his pits, since there was probably no way the bigger bottle would be held by the spell. Then I cast the second incatation and my boyfriend was engulfed by a blinding light, that seemed to fill the world.

When the glow subsided it was obvious that something had changed. While I could tell that something about our lives had changed overall, the biggest change sat across from me. Instead of the scrawny unsassuming John I knew and loved now sat an absolute mountain of a man. The spell had done what we wanted, even though it had taken everything John and me had planned and cranked it up to 11.

I was in awe as John flexed took in his new form and flexed his new muscles curiously. I almost squealed as he bounced his more than watermelon sized new pecs, his nipples quarter sized, round and basically begging to be sucked on. Each little flex and bounce caused the enormous mounds of flesh to become heavily striated, sexy mass of brawn that made my mouth water.

I could barely hold myself from cumming when he threw up his arms into a double biceps pose. His biceps alone were bigger than NFL footballs and his triceps were incredibly impressive massive horseshoes. He absentmindedly rubbed his abs and when he sat upricht I could see the deeply cut upper 2 rows of what I assumed was the sexiest sixpack  had ever seen. Even his legs were massive, like sinewy oak trees and from what I could see peeping out from under the table, they were capped off with huge and muscular size 19 feet.

When he spoke, John had a masculine, sexy baritone. Even though it was still a bit unsteady from the unsureness of himself (which was fully understandable after a transformation this drastic), I could barely refrain from leaping onto him to passionately make out right then and there. “I think the spell worked.”, he said and smiled a perfect, yet uncertain smile.

Finally I couldn’t hold back anymore. That trace of his old insecure self inside this absolutely gorgeous hunk of a supermodel faced hunk was just too much to take. I basically leaped over the table and onto John wildly making out with him, exploring every inch of his new body I could reach with my hands. I rubbed the bumpy road that were his abs, traced the thick veins that ran along his massive biceps and circled his perfect nipples. All the while our tongues were wrestling in his mouth and he started ripping what little clothing I had on at home off of me.

What followed were hours and hours of passionate lovemaking. I won’t go into detail here, but let’s just say the spell really increased John’s once pathetic sexual stamina to a nearly inhuman level. Apparently the spell also made sure that the newly grown hunk would have the skills to make any porn star jealous and a cock that woud even make Long Dong Silver green with jealousy and outsized the bottle of body wash greatly. I also suspected that John was incredibly virile now and that after the couple rounds of unsafe sex, I was now carrying his child. I’d have to get this checked soon.

After we both had calmed down a bit (Even after a dozen orgasms John’s dick was still semi-hard.) we analyzed the results of the spell.Obviously the sample of protein gel had worked as expected and caused his formerly basically nonexistent muscles to grow. Though none of us had expected him to be champion bodybuilder size. The face mask I had found seemed to have cleared his skin of any imperfections like zits and scars and made him painfully handsome, but since it was a Korean brand it also had the unexected side effect of turning him from his formerly pasty white self into a stud with Korean heritage.

The little tube of toothpaste had turned his formerly slightly crooked teeth perfectly straight, as well as making them pearly white. It also gave him a smily that was both incredibly sexy and completely adorable and could probably melt ice. The body wash I had smeared into his pits before the smell had of course given him the incredible body odor, that while pretty musky was still unbelievably mouthwatering (I normally wasn’t much of a musk girl, but John’s new smell drove me wild.)

And then there was the Magnum XXL condom. John had accidentally bought a pack of those a while back, grabbing some that were far too big for his old package. Now however that was a different story. John’s dick had grown so much that the condoms only fit around the soft version of the monstercock. As soon as that thing got hard it blasted the condom right off it’s sizable girth and blew it to shreds. Nowadays we have to have them custom made online so they can contain his tool and his massive loads.

Overall I can say that the spell was a complete success. I really need to remember to bring Sheila some thank-you-gift when we’re around there next time. Her witchcraft really didn’t disappoint.

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