arpeejay Posted March 17, 2020 Share Posted March 17, 2020 Yum, yum, and MORE yum! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted March 17, 2020 Share Posted March 17, 2020 I LOVE the growth descriptions! HOT! YES! Take all the time you need to develop this story - and our narrator too! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ro20316 Posted March 17, 2020 Share Posted March 17, 2020 I thoink Oz is doing it. He's teh trigger so far the moment he texts seconds later out man grows. Oz is giving him their wedding anniversary present. That's my take 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
wolfram456 Posted March 17, 2020 Share Posted March 17, 2020 Great descriptions on the growth. Soooo hot! Keep it up Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
TQuintA Posted March 20, 2020 Author Share Posted March 20, 2020 Chapter 10 I was unsure what to do and afraid to leave the safety of the men’s room. Fortunately, out of habit or instinct, I had taken my phone to the bathroom with me. I shot Mo an SOS. When he knocked on the door, I let him in, hiding behind the door so no one would see me. Once he was inside, I shooed him further into the bathroom and told him to turn his back to me. Once he had complied, I closed and re-barricaded the door, staying mostly hidden from Mo in the entry alcove. “Are you hiding from that perv who was listening in at the door?” Mo asked. “Someone was listening in?” Just what I needed. “A baby of a man. Couldn’t be more than 20. Looked 16.” “Quincy,” I said. “He’s an intern in IT. He definitely is a little perv. But, no, I wasn’t hiding from him.” “Then what’s up?” he said. I emerged from the shadows and showed him my new immensity. Mo appraised me up and down, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. After what felt like forever, he quietly said, “My, my.” “That’s it?” I responded. “My, my? That’s all you have to say?” Mo put his hand to his mouth and stroked his upper lip with his index finger. “Well?” I asked impatiently. “You just couldn’t stand being the smaller brother, could you?” With that, he started snickering. “This isn’t funny!” I said. “No, it’s not,” he said, calming himself down. “Damn, Eenie. Someone hit you with the hunky stick.” With his left hand, he coaxed me closer to him so he could get a better look. That’s when I realized I was looking down on my brother. My brother, who was an inch taller than me. I was now taller than him. And I was buffer than him. For the first time since he hit puberty, I was more muscular than my brother. And I wasn’t just a little bigger than Mo—I was obviously bigger than him. At that moment, I didn’t care that some unknown person was trying to ruin my marriage. I absolutely loved being bigger than my brother. But I could only revel in the feeling of fraternal superiority for a second before Mo forced me to move on to more pressing matters. “Is the spell over?” he asked. “I didn’t smell pennies and wintergreen, if that’s what you mean.” Intensely focusing on my exposed chest, Mo said, “Hmm.” “I don’t know what to do,” I admitted. “First thing first, go home and change into some of Austin’s clothes. You’re about his height now, and considering the bear you married, they should fit you.” After a moment, Mo added, “Though they will look entirely different on you than him.” “Okay. Good. That makes sense. After that?” “Well, if you can skip another day of work, I’ll hold the fort down for you here. I’ve still got a lot of questions to answer, and your sudden growth just added a few.” “You said getting hotter was a normal part of the spell.” “Once,” Mo clarified. “With a boilerplate, no frills seduction malediction, you get hotter once. You don’t keep getting hotter. Unless someone slapped you with a second spell, which is beyond improbable, this is far from a garden variety spell. And it’s not done.” “This spell might keep making me bigger?” My cock firmed up into a semi just thinking about it. “Yeah, you need to go home,” Mo said. “Dr. Mo is recommending you masturbate five or ten times and get all of…” he gestured to my large body, “this out of your system.” His voice grew firm. “The spell wants you to cheat on your husband. Don’t let it win.” With a plan in place, Mo checked to make sure the coast was clear, and then I began my journey home. There was a heady thrill to walking around my office with my newly big, newly hairy chest on display, my abs peeking out, my pants so tight I had to move slowly, my half-erect cock obscenely pressed up front for all to see. The thrill was heightened by the fact that no one reacted to it. Several people said hi, even more smiled and waved, but they all acted as though I had always been this tall, this buff, this hung, and this half-dressed. My walk turned into a saunter all the way to the parking garage. I got all the way to my car without any incident. Then I bumped into Vernon. “Darling,” Vernon said, strolling up to me. “Did you come out to greet little ol’ me?” The cavernous space of the garage reverberated with his voice. That syrupy, mellifluous voice. He drew close to me. I stood by the driver’s side door of my car. For once, I hated that Oz had helped me finance a small, sporty car—a little blue Miata. If I had a bigger car, I could use it as a buffer between Vernon and me. He approached from the front, stopping right by the driver’s side mirror. I could feel the warmth radiating off of him. My skin tingled, yearning to feel his. I was not in the right headspace to rebuff this man. “Mr. Bailey,” I said flatly but politely. “Vernon,” he corrected. “Mr. Bailey is my grandfather.” Vernon stood uncomfortably close to me. I’d seen Vernon a million times before, and I’d always been a little taller than him, but now I was a full head and shoulders taller than him. I’d always thought that his brown eyes glowed with intelligence and passion, but with my hormones in overdrive, they were afire with lust. In that moment, they were the most inviting bedroom eyes I’d ever seen. I’d always thought he was attractive—well-coifed black hair, a closely-trimmed beard, stylish clothes that showed off a gym-trained physique. But today, when I saw that this gorgeous, toned man’s body paled in comparison to my heroic physique, my cock stiffened. If Vernon noticed I had a hardon, he didn’t draw attention to it. Instead, he leaned in closer to me. “Ian, you gorgeous mountain of man, you should display that unshorn chest of yours with more frequency. Between those you’d entice and those you’d intimidate, you’d increase your profits fourfold.” I did my best to cover my chest back up, but my shirt was far too small to accomplish the task. As I fumbled with my shirt, a leery smile worked its way across Vernon’s face. Without another option, I folded my left arm in front of my chest, doing my best to block it from his view. Of course, this caused my bicep to flex. Vernon’s smile intensified. There was no winning, so I gave up and rested with my arm at my side. Vernon continued his soliloquy. “I am bedeviled by that fragrance you are wearing. There’s this hint of spice that lingers on the palate. What is the name of your cologne? I must add it to my morning ablutions.” Vernon was getting dangerously close to touching me. His hand was on the roof of my car, mere centimeters from my right bicep. “None,” I said. “That glorious scent is your natural aroma?” Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. He was leaning in to smell me, and I wanted to let him do it. I wanted to crane my neck back and give him full access. It would be so easy. And so hot. Quickly, I darted to, “What are you doing here, Vernon? Our meeting isn’t until Wednesday.” “Sadly, no. But I have dealings with other members of your establishment. Our encounter today was happenstance.” “Of course, it was,” I said, praying my tone didn’t betray how little I believed him. “If you’ll excuse me, I have business elsewhere.” I went to open my car door, but Vernon held it closed. “Off for some secret assignation?” He looked down every so subtly to the outline of my erection pressing through my pants. Fuck. He’d seen that too. He was looking right at my bulge, and he was standing so close, and I just wanted to get it over with. To just give in and let him have his way with me. Before I surrendered, I opened the door, using it to push Vernon further away from me. “No, Vernon. I just have some important things at home that I forgot.” “Until Wednesday,” Vernon said, extending his hand. “Until Wednesday,” I repeated and got into the car, refusing to touch his hand. Thankfully, Vernon walked away after that, or he would have seen the graceless ballet that ensued. When I closed the door, I cursed my car’s sportiness for a second time. My shoulder and tricep were just big enough to slightly press into the window. My ass was so big that I sat higher in the seat, and with my new height, my head was starting to press into the roof of the car. On top of that, my seat was too close to the pedals, cramming in my legs, so I had to let it back. When I was finally a comfortable distance back, I realized that the steering wheel was grazing the top of my bulge. The arm rest that I normally kept down was now fighting for space with my lat, so I had to put it up, and doing that without getting out of the car showed me just how small my car was. Or rather, just how large I’d gotten. Even buckling was a new experience—the belt split my pecs, driving them further apart, making them looked flexed and bigger. If I grew any more, I’d be wedged into my car. 22 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Popular Post TQuintA Posted March 20, 2020 Author Popular Post Share Posted March 20, 2020 Chapter 11 I spent most of that day just masturbating. Different positions, different locations, different visual aids and accessories. By 5 PM, right when I would normally be getting out of work, I had lost track of the number of orgasms I had. Since Mo would be home soon, I threw on Oz’s robe to at least somewhat mask my nudity. I had a strong suspicion that when Mo came home he’d want to examine the damages. Perhaps he just wanted to get a better understanding of the spell, but more likely, his ego demanded to see just how much bigger than him I was. Soon enough, Mo was back at the apartment. He closed the door behind him and, sure enough, began stripping in the living room. “Into the bathroom,” Mo commanded. “We can put that oversized mirror to good use.” Standing naked next to my brother, I only felt awkward for a moment. During my many self-explorations that day, I’d done the necessary measurements. I was now 6’5”, a full two inches taller than him. I now weighed 210. I was a little bigger than Oz, and without my husband’s belly, I looked even bigger. More delightfully, I had a full 30 pounds more muscle than Mo. All my muscles bulged larger than his as we flexed next to each other in the mirror. And I was even more ripped than Mo, and he was pretty ripped with a delightful six-pack of his own. Of course, I was covered with a shaggy coat of hair, and Mo was smooth and hairless, so I looked even bigger. I had measured my cock out of curiosity—8.5 inches. But, I didn’t know how big Mo’s was, so I didn’t know how if I outclassed him there. But I did. Mo’s cock, a prodigious 8 inches, was visibly smaller than mine. “I’ve always wondered if I’d look good if I bulked up some more,” Mo said, staring at our reflections. “And now I know the answer.” “And what is the answer?” I asked. “I’d look fucking hot.” “We’re brothers, not twins,” I reminded him. “We look alike, but there’s no guarantee where you’d carry the extra mass,” I teased, flexing both my biceps. In a flash, Mo’s face went from playful to worried. After a few seconds of silence, he placed a hand on my arm. I was curious what his goal could possibly be, but after a few more seconds of silence, he removed his hand again. “With that out of the way,” Mo said “With what out of the way?” “I was just triple checking that I didn’t want to fuck you. I don’t think you know this, but you are cranking out some serious pheromone-rich musk. It’s like a fuck-me fog. It’s ratcheted your-already-sexy-self up a few notches. Until we’ve got this sorted out, skip the gym. If you work up a major sweat, you’ll draw in every straight woman, gay man, and bisexual anyone within a 1,000-meter radius.” After a moment, he added, “Now, go get dressed. We have business to attend to.” I put on one of the outfits Oz had left behind. When he wasn’t at work, Oz was a jeans, flannel, and t-shirt kind of guy, so my choices were quite casual. Oz’s jeans were a great match for my new height and the thickness of my legs and ass, but I the waist was comically large. Thankfully, that left room for my enlarged junk. Similarly, the t-shirt came all the way down to my pants, perfectly framing my broadened shoulders, slightly stretching over my thickened pecs and arms, but noticeably billowing round my six-pack. The end result was hot, but I’d emptied my chambers enough times to be at least momentarily sated. I joined Mo at the dining room table, and he laid out all the info he had gathered. “I’m still mostly convinced that Austin paid to have this spell cast,” he confessed. “Yeah,” I admitted sadly. “Right before I grew again, Oz sent me another text message. Once is a coincidence. Twice is a pattern. I don’t want it to be Oz, but I’m not an idiot.” “Do you have easy access to Austin’s banking records, credit card statements, things like that?” “Smart. Find out if he made any big purchases recently. Everything that’s not online is in his office. You can go through it to your heart’s content.” “Good. Austin is the sort of fuddy-duddy who’d write down his important passwords on a cheat sheet so he doesn’t forget them. I’ll let you know if there’s anything to worry about.” I groaned and braced my temples with my hands. “I hate being suspicious of my husband, but I want to know one way or the other.” Mo reassured me. “The more I learn about this spell, the weirder it gets. Even if it is Austin, that’s not the whole story. For instance, we can’t stop looking into Vernon Bailey. He showed up at C&G the second you left.” “Actually, we bumped into each other in the parking garage,” I informed him. “Okay. That’s super sketchy. Rich men like Vernon Bailey don’t drive themselves anywhere. Doesn’t he have a driver?” I nodded wordlessly, and Mo continued. “Yeah, so that’s an unlikely coincidence. If it’s not Austin, it’s Vernon. They might even be working together.” That had never occurred to me. Mo went on. “Also, your boss Hugo Tyler has got to be up to something, and not just shady hiring practices.” Mo pulled out two files and dropped them in front of me. “Among the temps he hired to work in the mailroom before his mysterious absence, there are two really noteworthy ones: Jayce Wilco and Izaiah Bernal.” “I’ve heard the name Jayce Wilco before,” I said. I wouldn’t admit this out loud to Mo, but Jayce Wilco was my favorite gay porn star. “Oh yeah, you have,” Mo said, flipping open Jayce’s folder to show me the photo attached to his file. “We both have. He’s my go-to Pornhub search. It’s so much more satisfying when the men in my porn are actually gay.” I knew what Mo meant. Many (most?) performers for gay porn were straight men willing to have sex with men for a paycheck. Jayce Wilco had a reputation for being an insatiable cock-hound both on and off camera. Rumor had it that he was more than happy to make a personal appearance for a fee. The situation seemed laughably bizarre. “Why would a porn star take a temp gig at C&G?” Mo pointed to the wage listed. “Because he’s being paid for his time. This is over twenty times as much as mailroom temps earn,” Mo said with a chuckle. “And this budget code is different from all the other temps. I don’t know where his paycheck will come from. If Wilco’s reputation is justified, he’s a temptation someone put in your path. And if I didn’t get this paperwork, I would’ve been blindsided when he starts Wednesday. Be on the lookout.” “And Izaiah?” Mo flipped open his folder. The man was enormous. “A bodybuilder. Still trying to get his pro card, but he’s packed on some serious mass this last year, and internet gossip is that it’s finally going to happen for him.” Conspiratorially, Mo added, “His Twitter account and Grindr profile are particularly informative. His boyfriend dumped him a month ago, and he is seriously on the rebound.” “Another temptation?” I asked. “A horny, lonely, gay bodybuilder?” Mo laughed. “Obviously, he’s a temptation. And, he’s getting paid the same as Wilco. From the same non-existent budget code. He starts tomorrow. The other hires are perfectly normal—a lot of desperate college grads with student loans to pay. And they’re all being paid using the standard budget codes. But these two make no sense to hire for a mailroom. Hugo is up to something. Even Alexander, who knows everything that goes down at the Boston C&G, thinks Hugo’s sickness is completely fake. It was just a cold, and now the big boss is sitting at the desk?” “Is that all you got from Alexander?” “Well, he confirmed my suspicion that Quincy from IT is worth looking into.” “You think an unpaid college student had this spell cast?” “No. I think he’s someone’s lacky. I don’t know whose, but he keeps showing up whenever you grow, and, according to Alexander, he’s placed a whole bunch of cameras in your office.” My blood grew cold. “He’s spying on me?” “That’s the rumor,” Mo confirmed. “Alexander was afraid to tell you.” “Fuck!” I shouted. “What?” “I masturbated in my office today after I grew. I couldn’t hold it in. It was too much, so I …” “Oh, Eenie,” Mo said soothingly, his hand on my shoulder. “You had no idea.” “I’m going to kill that fucker,” I growled. “Slow down, cowboy,” Mo pat my shoulder, then stood up to pace. “We don’t know if it’s true yet. And even if it is true, Quincy is likely working for someone. Which would make him a source of information. And even if he is just perving on you, if we got access to his surveillance, we could use it to our advantage.” “You haven’t talked with the boy. I’m banking on perv. Is that all Alexander said? “Umm… no,” Mo sat back down at the table. “Do you know that Alexander is completely in love with you?” I put my face in my hands and sighed. “Still? I told him, before I ever met Oz, that I liked him as a friend but didn’t want anything romantic. Then he made that sobbing, drunk confession after Oz popped the question. But that was forever ago.” “Could Alexander afford to have a spell cast?” “Alexander is a trust fund kid who only works at C&G because he loves office drama, hanging out with me, and having an outlet for his admittedly adequate art skills. He also lives like a monk in an apartment as small as his office cubicle. Yeah. He could afford it.” “Worth looking into. If nothing else, to cross him off the list.” I could only respond with sarcasm. “Great. That’s awesome. Why is everyone obsessed with me?” Mo looked sulky. “I’d kill for a guy like Alexander to be in love with me.” “Is somebody jealous?” Mo picked up one of the employee files and swatted me with it. “Shut up.” “Fine. Are those all our suspects?” “Oh, no. It gets better. Your theory about Garrett has some merit. But not for the reason you think.” “What do you mean?” “He’s Garrett Duarte.” “I know his last name.” “He’s one of the Providence Duartes.” “So, he’s from New England aristocracy or something? He’s secretly rich?” “Weirder. His father was Elias Duarte, famous in the magic world. Elias Duarte was the most powerful magic user in the United States before he died. He was measured at 4.3. But, unlike most casters, he wasn’t rich. He worked for favors, rather than money. At an early age, he realized that accepting money for spells would corrupt him, so he only cast spells that he deemed worthy.” “So, Garrett could have inherited his skills?” “At the very least, it’s worth checking into.” “So, what’s the next step?” “My official duties at C&G involve tracking down these hiring irregularities. That means I’m going to have to get ahold of Hugo, maybe even visit him. If there’s something funny going on there, I’ll be sure to suss it out.” “Great. What should I do?” Mo fell silent. After a few seconds, I nudged him and said, “If you don’t have anything for me to do, that’s okay. I’m more than happy to lay low.” “I have something you can do,” Mo said, “but you’re not going to like it.” “I don’t like any of this,” I said. Then I caught a glimpse of my bounteous pecs. “Okay, I like certain parts of this.” “The Eye of Horus,” Mo said, as if that explained everything. I sat there silently, waiting for Mo to say more. After half a minute, Mo rolled his eyes and expanded. “You knew Oliver had a tattoo. You didn’t know he had one before you saw his vision, but in his vision, he was completely exposed. Literally. And it didn’t lie to you. The visions can’t distort reality. They’re possible futures. So, if you see the visions of the people connected to the spell, you could learn some really useful information. Maybe even the identity of the contractor.” “Let me get this straight,” I started. “You want me to intentionally see the sexual fantasies of a group of men, two who were likely hired to tempt me to cheat on my husband?” “Yes.” “With this amped up sex drive, you want me to expose myself to the deepest sexual desires of men who want to fuck me?” “That is the long and short of it, yes.” “That’s insane.” “It gets worse.” “How?” “This is a seduction malediction. Key word: malediction. It’s the favorite spell of jealous wives. It’s designed to punish adulterers. People under a seduction malediction who cheat on their spouses suffer some pretty bad consequences." "Pretty bad?” Mo was going to have to be a lot more specific than that. “Depends on how jealous the wife is. The ones who are only doing it to get the upper hand in a divorce, he generally just loses all of his newfound hotness, and maybe his dick shrinks. The more vindictive ones…” Mo trailed off, unwilling to finish the sentence. “Well, you won’t die. A seduction malediction has never killed anyone.” “What has one done?” With a reluctant sigh, Mo explained. “Impotence is a popular consequence. Some guys turn gay, which I guess means you’d turn straight. One really sleezy French guy ended up legless. The consequences are as unique and imaginative as the contractor. And we already know this contractor is imaginative.” “Wow.” “I didn’t bring it up before because I thought you’d never cheat on Austin.” “Of course not.” “But if you go exploring these men’s fantasies, you’ve got to promise me you’ll masturbate at least twice beforehand.” My week suddenly seemed a lot more challenging. 28 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mdlftr Posted March 20, 2020 Share Posted March 20, 2020 “This is a seduction malediction. Key word: malediction. It’s the favorite spell of jealous wives. It’s designed to punish adulterers. People under a seduction malediction who cheat on their spouses suffer some pretty bad consequences." “Impotence is a popular consequence. Some guys turn gay, which I guess means you’d turn straight. One really sleezy French guy ended up legless. The consequences are as unique and imaginative as the contractor. And we already know this contractor is imaginative.” “Wow.” ================ This has to be more of the more unique excuses [MacGuffins] for a muscle growth story that I've read. Add the muscle growth details and the HUMOR! -- you've got me sold on this series! Loving it! Mdlftr 3 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted March 20, 2020 Share Posted March 20, 2020 54 minutes ago, Mdlftr said: “This is a seduction malediction. Key word: malediction. It’s the favorite spell of jealous wives. It’s designed to punish adulterers. People under a seduction malediction who cheat on their spouses suffer some pretty bad consequences." “Impotence is a popular consequence. Some guys turn gay, which I guess means you’d turn straight. One really sleezy French guy ended up legless. The consequences are as unique and imaginative as the contractor. And we already know this contractor is imaginative.” “Wow.” ================ This has to be more of the more unique excuses [MacGuffins] for a muscle growth story that I've read. Add the muscle growth details and the HUMOR! -- you've got me sold on this series! Loving it! Mdlftr Ditto. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ToolShedCub Posted March 20, 2020 Share Posted March 20, 2020 Ok i'm REALLY hooked now. 2 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bear Posted March 20, 2020 Share Posted March 20, 2020 Triple ditto! This is a very clever plot you've put together. Plus, good writing. Excellent work! 3 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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