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MALE SCENT
by F.R.Eaky

I just put the finishing touches on the potion and was ready to give 
it a try. I'd been studying under a great herbalist and witch, but 
only for one reason. I desired to be big. Actually my desires were in 
a conflict. I desired to be huge, muscular, and very tall, yet at the 
same time I still wanted a man who was bigger than me to wrap himself 
around me and make me feel protected, comforted, sheltered. Now I was 
going to get ONE of my wishes at any rate. I had been picked on all 
through my life so far because of my height, being 5' 4" and a 
scrawny 5'4" at that. I didn't really hold it against those who 
picked on me, and I wasn't mad at them, but I was oh so jealous. I 
mean, if I were at least 5 to 6 inches taller I would be average. At 
an average height maybe my body would respond to my workouts? Well I 
would soon find out.

I studied very hard and learned very quickly about what was real and 
what was not in the magickal world. I also learned that a lot of 
magick was actually a very profound and precise science of chemical 
reactions. Take herbology for instance. Mix some herb here with that 
weed there and you have an itching powder. Mix two other seeds, 
leaves or plants and you have a cure for the hiccups. All a very real 
science. When you add magick however. Well, then the fun REALLY 
begins. It can help alter what one has mixed together or enhance it.

There wasn't an exact spell for what I was looking for so I had to 
sift here and dig there to come up with my own. I finally did it 
though and this was the day I had been waiting for. I put in the last 
ingredient at the stroke of noon and began my chanting. There was a 
small breeze that suddenly picked up and wafted through the room. It 
invigorated me and I felt almost blessed to continue on with my 
"experiment." When the breeze stopped and my chanting was done, I 
drank my potion. I felt a sudden burst of energy flush over my body. 
I was ready to climb Mount Everest! Swim the Atlantic Ocean! I would 
leap tall buildings! Whoa! This packed one hell of a rush...... I was 
coming down off of the high, when I began to notice it. My feet were 
uncomfortable. They felt cramped. I looked down and saw that my shoe 
was stretching, getting longer....maybe a little wider too. Then I 
began to hear the faint sounds of tearing and they gradually got 
louder. I could see splits beginning to develop along the sides of my 
shoe, and my feet began to stick out. I was almost in tears because 
of the pain of my feet being stuffed into this ever shrinking shoe. 
Then finally, relief came. With one loud and long rip, my feet fought 
their way to freedom and continued to grow. I wanted to watch and see 
how much bigger they got compared to my shoe, but my hands started to 
pulse with pain. I looked and saw them getting longer and longer, 
thicker too. THESE were hands. Hands that would hold a basketball in 
its closed fist, well not quite, but I should be able to hold a 
basketball one handed no problem.

The pain moved quickly to my legs. I watched in the mirror on the 
wall, as my pants hem started creeping upwards, climbing higher and 
higher up my leg. I began to notice that my legs were ballooning out 
as well. The hem seemed to get caught on my calves. They inflated 
outward getting larger and larger, huge, pulsing, heart shapes 
attached to back of my shins. As the blood pumped through them, they 
swelled ever bigger and eventually the split the hems of my pants, 
allowing the pants leg to continue its climb up my body. The climb 
would not be successful. My thighs weren't about to let the calves 
have all the fun. They too bunched and inflated, expanding more and 
more. They became so thick that each of them had to be larger round 
than my waist! The massive quads pressed against the fabric of my 
jeans until the jeans letting out a scream of terror and agony split 
in several places revealing the thighs that were so huge I had to 
stand with my feet at least shoulder width apart. My hamstrings 
connected the calves and thighs with chords so thick, so strong, you 
could have suspended a bridge from them.

My jeans just barely hung on around the waist, the button having 
popped off. I mean my waist was still tight and thin, but since I was 
getting so much taller it still was bigger round than my once former 
waist size. But the jeans looked like a blue hula skirt hanging off 
of me. I was going to take them off, because something else had 
apparently grown. I could tell because to think of moving sent pangs 
of pain from my crotch. God I wanted to see how it had grown! I 
hadn't though about that in my plan.... But, my attention was drawn 
to my torso which wasn't about to be outdone by the legs. I felt a 
few small pangs in my stomach, like I was getting butterflies. One 
flip. Two flips. ......"ungh!" I felt like my stomach had just been 
powerfully sucked inside out However, I now felt as though I was very 
hard, solid in my stomach area. I pulled up my shirt and stared at my 
abs. They were beautiful! Hard, solid, an eight pack of a washboard! 
Two columns of four ab muscles just slightly off center from one 
another. I was almost in ecstasy ready to blow just from the sight of 
my abs when I realized things were getting tight in the back... Oh 
this show was just beginning! I turned my back to the mirror. I saw 
the fabric of the shirt stretching farther and farther. The shirt was 
hanging lose around the waist, but soon began to "V" upwards to my 
shoulders. My back and lats were spreading outward, wider and wider, 
broader. They began to push my arms up and away from the sides. My 
arms were beginning to hang at forty-five degree angles from the 
floor, and they hadn't even developed yet! The fabric split and gave 
way in screaming shrieks of hopeless agony. My shoulders, (were those 
shoulders they looked more like cannon balls!) just barely had the 
sleeves hanging on them.

What I missed by watching my back was my chest however. I almost 
cried over not seeing it. The front part of my shirt was decimated. 
Buttons had popped and flown everywhere. What should have been pieces 
of ripped cloth looked more like strands of thread hanging over my 
emense pecs. They were huge, thick, wide and self like. They looked 
like they stuck out half a foot from where my abs met them. Two 
gigantic serving platters made of granite.

I glared at the last vestiges of the shirt, the sleeves and the 
collar and watched them surrender pitifully. My neck not to be under 
balanced with my calves began to blow up. Thicker and thicker it 
became. The shirt collar simply tore loose in an instant, as my neck 
became as thick as my head. If I weren't so tall, one wouldn't be 
able to tell I had a neck! But then, my hands spasmed and flexed and 
I watched my forearms become thicker and larger. They looked they 
size of my calves, of other men's upper arms! The forearms puffed up 
until veins, huge, thick, and red sprung out of them like many snakes 
and worked their way up to my upper arm. The fabric was already 
crying from the strain, begging for the pressure to stop. When the 
veins hit my upper arm, my bis and tris responded by expanding at a 
doubled pace. The rip of the sleeve came so fast I almost did hear or 
see it. The sleeve just suddenly fluttered to the ground. My arms 
continued to swell with the pumping of blood that the veins brought 
until they hung at my sides (?) almost parallel to the floor.

I stood there looking at myself in the mirror. I was MUCH taller than 
when I had started and my muscles where everywhere! My face had 
stayed the same except my jaw seemed a little square-er and I had 
these terrific dimples going. The biggest difference facial wise was 
that my eyes which were once a dark blue, now were a bright vivid 
violet. Oh, and my hair! My hair became shoulder length and was THAT 
brown. You know that brown, so deep and rich in vibrant color, that 
in the dark or when wet appears jet black, but out side in the sun 
shines with deep golden highlights.... I sighed I couldn't believe 
what I had done.

"ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...." Laughter came from near the door. I 
turned around and saw my mentor with my spell list.

"So you couldn't come to Madame Dvorsky about this matter hmm? You 
couldn't ask for her assistance in this? You had to sneak n steal 
huh? This was your plan all along wasn't it? You didn't really care 
to learn the craft did you? You just wanted to satisfy a personal 
itch.... Don't worry I won't reverse the spell. That couldn't be 
completely done anyhow. But I will leave you with the trouble you 
have caused for yourself. You don't know everything about herbals and 
magick yet. And you have caused a great force in you that you will 
have no idea how to control. I will let you live for a while with 
this mistake. That and you are no longer welcome to take lessons in 
the craft here. That shall be your punishment. You and I can remain 
friends, but no magick."

"Thank you Madame, I think it is just and I can live with that decisi...."

"You think it is just now, but you won't soon. When you've had enough 
and are truly repentant, then you come back to Madame. I shall undo 
what needs to be undone and we'll see about completing your training."

"completi...."

"My boy I would not be a decent witch if I allowed even one untrained 
apprentice to walk around the earth. I'd rather have a student be 
completely knowledgeable and turn to dark intentions than have one 
blundering fool cast spells with half a wit! Too messy.... Now to 
show there are no hard feelings I shall call my sister to come and 
whip you up something."

"What, you're giving me another potion?"

"Not potion my dear boy.....ha ha... Sean, my babooshka, look at you, 
you're half naked, and from what I can see, at the first sight of a 
gorgeous man, you'll be completely naked, and what good will your new 
looks do you in jail? Clothes! I'm talking clothes.......now where is 
her number...."

With Madame Dvorsky's sister's help, I found out I was seven feet 
tall even. Whoa what a spurt.... And my stats were roughly: 84 inch 
chest, 40 inch upper arms, 36 inch waist, 43 inch thighs, 331/2 inch 
calves. I was freaky!

I spent two weeks there while I waited for my clothes to be made, and 
my shoes - good God size twenty!- to come in from ordering. After I 
had the set, I was politely shown the door and told to go home. Thank 
goodness I was self-employed; I never would have been able to keep a 
job for disappearing for two weeks. It was also a good thing I was an 
artist, cause that meant my apartment was a studio and I could still 
feel comfortable walking around my house. The trip getting there was 
a different story. I don't know how many times I banged my head into 
the tops of doorframes. There would have been one hell of a headache 
goin' on if it weren't for the fact I was getting so turned on by 
this proof of my new size. Ducking through the doorways, stooping in 
some rooms even! Turning sideways to get through the subway doors. I 
had to think really ugly thoughts, cause my dick was gonna support a 
tremendous boner if I didn't. The subway seat felt so small as I rode 
the train towards my stop and my apartment. It was fairly late at 
night and no one else was in the car. Old fears began to run through 
my head as I wondered, "what if a gang gets on, or even a mugger?" I 
laughed suddenly remembering my new body. And if someone did try to 
rob me what would they do? I could have them sprawling on the floor 
in minutes.

The sub stopped. The doors opened. I saw a small boy with a back pack 
get into the car. He was cute and wide-eyed. Blonde, wispy hair 
flitting here and there in the wind. Looked kind of scared. He saw me 
and looked as if he'd pee his pants. Course I guess I would too if a 
giant from the fairytales I read had suddenly appeared. He sat down 
very nervously and the train took off.

After a while of the track rhythm being the only chatter, the boy 
looked down my way and softly spoke.

"Are you a basketball player?"

"Uh, no. No I'm not."

"Do you play football?"

"No...."

"You're a wrestler then right? You're like the Giant....."

"ha ha . No... No I'm not a wrestler. Just, uhm, an average big guy."

"Well you look like a pro sports start of some type....You're a good 
guy aren'tcha?"

"Well, yeah I hope I am."

"Good. Mom said I should try to find a good guy to help watch me on 
these train rides."

"Well your Mom's probably right about that. If you don't mind me 
askin', how old are you and what ARE you doin' riding the subway this 
late?"

"I'm ten, and I'm going up a few stops to visit my Dad. My parents 
are divorced. Mom drops me off at one station and Dad picks me up at 
the other."

"So there's a stop in between where you get on and off? Don't your 
parents worry about something happening to you?"

"Yeah they do, but I'm a little tall for my age. Most of the time 
people think I'm twelve or thirteen. So they don't bother me too 
much. .......Mister, can you smell that?"

"Mmm no what?"

"That smell... it stinks. It kind of smells like my dad's T-shirts 
after he's done playin' ball."

"No I don't smell anything..."

"It's really smellin pretty bad. Can't cha smell it. It's really bad 
now!" I was trying to figure out what he was talking about. I 
couldn't smell anything. I new it couldn't have been me I just 
showered. I didn't smell anything in the air of the subway, except 
the staleness of it. That's when I heard him whimper.

"Mister, I hurt...... I think I may need a doctor... nmmmm." "Hang on 
kid we're almost to a stop. We can get off there and tell an 
attendant to call your parents."

"Waah!"

It was too late. With that scream I turned and looked at the boy 
whose face was beat red. He was trembling all over as if his whole 
body was in spasms. On that scream however, the pain was released. 
The boy grew. Now I don't mean the boy started to grow, I mean he 
just blew up. When he screamed his body just exploded outward..BOOM! 
He split right out of his clothing. If his parents thought he was 
tall for his age, they're going to think him huge for his age now. He 
still looked like the little boy facial and body structure wise, 
except now he looked to be around six to six and a half feet tall! I 
stared in terror. What the hell happened? What made him do this? The 
doors to the car opened and I bolted like a scared rabbit and didn't 
stop till I reached the surface. What the fuck was that! I could feel 
the beads of sweat running like rivers off my back and forehead. I 
walked a couple of blocks towards my loft. On the subway it was still 
seven stops away. I eventually hailed a cab.

As I got in, I noticed it was an elderly man at least sixty years old 
behind the wheel.

"Who Nellie! You're big 'un aren't cha! You one of the basketball players?"

"uhm, no. And I'm not a wrestler or a football player either."

"Oh sorry, I guess you get asked that a lot huh? Well you know most 
people just assume with that type of size comes a love of some sport. 
Sorry if I rubbed ya the wrong way. Do you have enough room back 
there? I can adjust the front passenger seat to give you more room?"

"Uhm yeah that would be nice. Thank you."

"My name's Jeffery. Nice to meet you."

I gave him the address to my loft. He started talking like most 
cabbies do, but I was lost in thoughts trying to figure out what had 
happened to the little boy. The motion of the car, the drone of 
Jeffrey's voice and the recent excitement was putting me to sleep. We 
weren't to far from my home when Jeffery asked a question. "Hey do 
you smell that?"

"Smell what?"

"That stench. Like a guy's locker room. You ain't doin' nothing sick 
in my cab are you?"

"No!" What was this smell? I couldn't smell it. This was becoming 
something out of a horror movie.

The cab started to slow down, and I heard muffled cries coming from 
Jeffery. It was happening again! I watched in shock as Jeffery 
clutched his wheel and finally with one scream he kind of burst. It 
wasn't like the kid. I just saw his shirt rip down the back a little 
bit and his sleeves popped a little as well. He also seemed to sit a 
little taller now, and his hair suddenly flushed jet black from the 
white it had been.

He turned and looked at me in surprise. That look gave way to a 
pleasant smile and he spoke to me in a voice now soft again with 
youth!

"Whoa that was wild. Look at me, I'm young again. I've got to be, at 
the oldest, twenty years! I also feel a little taller and stronger 
too. What did ya do to me mister?"

"I ..... I ..didn't.."

"You know I got married when I was twenty. Had just started college 
too. Marie was my wife's name. God she was the best thing to happen 
to me. I lost her about three years ago. She thought I was very 
straight laced and traditional. That's why she married me. Didn't 
have the heart to ever tell her that when she met me I was 
experimenting both sides. With this new youth I think I'd like to see 
what I gave up and if you don't mind me sayin' so, you have one hot 
bod I'd like to explore."

Normally I would've jumped on this chance. He was of Italian decent 
it seemed, dark skin, thick black hair, deep puppy eyes, and now a 
tall, strong build, although not taller than me. Yeah, normally I 
would've melted into a puddle and said "Take me home.....", but 
circumstances what they were, I was very much surprised that my new 
King sized body hadn't dropped a king sized load in my new king sized 
jeans! I threw the man a fifty-dollar bill and ran up the few blocks 
to my apartment. Shit. Shit. SHIT! What the fuck was happening. Was I 
creating this? What was this smell? I thought back to my potion and 
then realized....pheromones. I had used some pheromones in the spell 
and that addition mixed with something else must have caused a 
reaction that sends out my spell to other men! I don't know. I wasn't 
sure. There was a lot I didn't know about magick and herbals and 
chemistry. God! This is what Madame Dvorsky meant! I paced back and 
forth in my loft when all of a sudden I heard a knock on the elevator 
door.

"Hey Sean! You home man?"

O god! It was the neighborhood kids. Well not kids actually. They 
we're college students. I wasn't much older than them at twenty-four. 
They enjoyed hangin out with me cause I was still young enough to 
enjoy their taste, but old enough to have a cool pad and throw 
parties or just bummin' sessions.

"Hey let us in, man! You've been gone for two weeks." I approached the door.

"Uhm, yeah guys. I had an opportunity to go to Paris and see some of 
the artwork there. Study it for a while."

"Well cool, let us in and tell us all about it. We wanna know 
everything. Especially about the 'French curves.'"

"Shut up dummy you know Sean is gay. He ain't gonna tell you about the girls."

"Well let him speak anyway, you forget two of us here in the gang are gay too."

Always a little argument going on between them. What a wild bunch of guys.

"Guys...guys... I'll tell you all about it later. Right now, though, 
I just got in and I'm uh...feelin' a little jet lagged."

"Okay if you sure.....we got you're favorite alcohol...."

"Hey what's that smell.?"

I froze.

"It smells like the gymnasium."

Even through the door it's strong enough?!?

"Man the super here must not have had the sewer pipes cleaned."

I backed away from the door, slowly, silently. If those seven guys 
did half of what the boy or the cabbie did, I'd be in real trouble. I 
don't think I could move tomorrow morning, but hmm what an eye feast 
and fuck fest it could be! No.... I had to control this..

"Well whatever the smell was it's gone now. You sure you ain't up for 
it tonight, Sean?"

Good. "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll catch ya on the flip side tomorrow."

I ran to the bedroom, hit the bed (Lord, this thing is small now), 
and drifted off to sleep.

The next morning I woke up and called my best friend Scot. If I was 
going to control this I needed to get away from people. I had no idea 
if my theories about this smell were correct, but I had an idea of 
what it did and that it came from me.

"Yeah, drop by my suburb place, Sean. When I get home I'll give you 
the key to my penthouse downtown. I'll tell all the service people to 
take a vacation and that'll give you all the privacy you need. At 
least once you get past the hotel."

"I'll get by the hotel. Just give me the place to stay."

I got to Scot's place and let myself in. It was nice of him to leave 
it unlocked for me. I strolled down the hallway and upstairs. It was 
about ten o'clock. Scot said he'd be home during lunch to give me the 
key. Another nap right now would do me wonders. I entered the master 
bedroom. Whoops, I want the guest bedroom.... I was just about to 
leave when I noticed, Scot's sneakers. He was a big man. I looked at 
his size seventeen sneakers and then held it next to my feet. They 
were a little small compared to mine now. Course I was two inches 
taller than him now too. I sat down on his bed. He had no idea why I 
needed to get away. Wouldn't he be surprised when he came home and 
saw me. I pictured him coming in the doorway. His six ten frame 
topped with that thick mop of platinum hair. His blues eyes sparkling 
with an icy coolness. His lanky, swimmers build sauntering into the 
room stopping dead in it's tracks when he realizes he has to look up 
to me now. I could take him into my arms and grip him firmly, "I 
think you need to service me...." I started to rub my expanding 
crotch. I was getting lost in a fantasy about dominating my once huge 
friend. Suddenly I was dreadfully brought back to reality....

"Hey! You one of dad's new boyfriends?"

It was Jacob, Scot's son. Scot tried bein' bi for awhile when he was 
younger and at age eighteen wound up havin' a kid. Now sixteen years 
later, the girl was long gone. Didn't care to have any reminders of 
Scot so she just dumped the child off at Scot's doorstep, the bitch. 
But it had turned out all right. Scot's parents watched him while he 
finished school. He landed a major job right away; he grabbed his kid 
and moved into a modest apartment. He got several promo's up the 
ladder and boom became a branch head, moved to the city, got this 
house, penthouse, and his sixteen-year-old son. I often thought it 
must be quite a blast having a sixteen-year-old kid and at 
thirty-four still being young enough to really enjoy some rough 
housing with him. But now, what was I to do...I should bolt for the 
door.

I could do that. Bolt for the door, knock him out of the way, and 
leave before it hits. He'll be easy to take out. He's only around 
five ten. Hadn't hit puberty just yet. I can take him down and leave. 
Hopefully he hadn't been standin' there too long.

"Wait..... Uncle Sean? Is that you? What the fuck happened to you, 
and what is that stench?"

"No!" I knocked him outta the way, hard! I started to fly down the 
steps, but I still wasn't used to this body, and size twenty shoes on 
narrow stairs don't work too well. I tripped half way down, hit the 
landing, skidded across, and slammed into a wall and marble pedestal. 
The pedestal came down on my stomach. No damage down, but it knocked 
the wind out of me and left me dazed just long enough for fate to do 
its job.

"Sean, what gives! Let me give you hand...."

"No....you've got.."

"Ugnh..."

Times up. He moaned a few times and then let out a scream that curled 
my insides. Just like the boy on the subway, Jacob literally blew up. 
He grew so fast his clothes didn't rip, they shattered. He was huge. 
I stood up and looked at him. He met me face to face, maybe an inch 
taller. I'd forced him through puberty in less than sixty seconds. No 
wait he still looked boyish. He still had baby fat. No pubic hair.

"What the fuck!"

"uhm, just hold on a sec, Jacob, and I can explain everything." And I 
would of too, but Jacob started to grimace again.

"Hey! This fucking hurts!"

For whatever reason I glanced down at Jacobs's feet and watched them 
spread everywhere. They we're gigantic! I nearly blew. I looked up 
and watched as Jacob started to head for the ceiling. His feet grew 
out till they were these huge slabs of meat. Look like they were two 
feet long or more. His legs starting getting longer, thicker, harder. 
Huge veins began to appear around his calves. You could see the blood 
run like a vast red river as it pumped through. Each time the blood 
rushed, the calved blew up, getting thicker and thicker, wider, 
harder, steel cables of sinew and tendons began to run through it. It 
became this huge diamond shape thick with size and mass, yet defined 
to the point where you thought he had no skin. These couldn't be 
calves. They were as big as my arm, I'm sure of it.

The veins wrapped their way up and around the leg, plugging 
themselves into the thigh. Jacobs thigh began to twitch, shake, and 
flex, as it started to blow up like balloons. These were quads! They 
bunched and grew, until Jacob started to move his feet wider and 
wider apart. He couldn't stand with them closed together. Each thigh 
grew until it looked to twice the size of his waist with deep cuts, 
striations, and thick powerful hamstrings crossing everywhere.

Now Jacob moaned, long and low in orgasmic ecstasy. The veins worked 
their way up his torso and town to his crotch. His member just oozed 
out of his crotch as it grew, looking like playdough coming out of 
one of those press sets. It just grew effortlessly longer and thicker 
til it hung like a club. He wasn't growing a dick. He was growing a 
third leg. It hung at his knees and stopped. It hung limp, but so 
thick! What would it be when ready for action? I soon found out. The 
veins spread over this huge organ and caused it to get longer, 
thicker, and start to rise in the air. This anaconda was looking for 
something. Jacob grabbed the thing in his hand and pulled it up 
watching in wide-eyed awe at what was happening. It grew up his seven 
pack, met his chest, and worked its way up to his chin and finally 
stopped at his mouth!

My god! What was it? Three, four feet long, and at least as thick as 
his damn forearm! He gave me a wry smile and started to nibble on its 
head, but was overcome by sharp pains.

He doubled over onto the floor, and when he came back up, I could see 
the veins had spread to his balls and abs. His balls blew up first. 
They just bigger and bigger, hanging lower and lower until they 
appeared to be the size of melons. "This boy will shoot gallons of 
cum", I thought. At the same time his abs rolled and grew until the 
seven pack he had looked like it was made out of cobble stone. Swing 
a brick at this stomach and it'll break in two. Using the abs as a 
ladder, however, the veins were far from finished. They crossed over 
his pecs, shoulders, and lats until he looked like he was riddle with 
tic-tac-toe boards. The lats grew, pushing his arms out and up, 
making a wedge in his back that looked wider than an upright piano. 
His shoulders rounded and expanded until they were the size of cannon 
balls. And then there was his chest. His pecs had grown thicker, 
wider, broader, and barreled out such that it looked to be the size 
of a culvert pipe. This was shelving material! Deep cuts, definition. 
So freaking thick it pushed his nipples till they pointed straight 
down.

I watched as the veins began the last of the show. They moved up to 
Jacob's neck and I watched as they slowly inflated it ever thicker 
til it was as big around as his head. The veins slithered their way 
down around his arms and forearms. Jacob, smiled as he held one arm 
in a pose and watched as the head of his bicep got larger and larger. 
The one still hanging down, seemed to lift and push farther from his 
lats. He looked like he was getting so freakin' huge that his arms 
now hung UP from the sides of his body. The tricep soon balanced and 
equaled its bicep neighbor, which was forming a peak so large I 
thought sure I had climbed it in Austria once.

Then as I watched Jacob started getting darker. Yeah him and his dad 
were a nice olive color, but I realized this had nothing to with skin 
pigmentation. Hair had begun to sprout around Jacob's body. A good 
coat came in over his legs. It was so hot. You could tell he was 
fairly hairy, but they were little wispy blond hairs. They spread to 
his crotch coming in thicker and darker there. Yeah, a nice clump of 
dense, dark hair that worked its way up the abs and spread out nice, 
thick and curly all over the chest. What a love trail! It sprouted 
under his arms and then to his face and finally his hair became this 
brilliant, hot white, platinum and grew till it hung in thick curly 
waves midway down his back or abs, depending on which side you saw 
him from. He'd been stroking himself this entire time now, and it a 
grunted moan of orgasmic pleasure, released the first load of his new 
manliness. It headed for me, a great torrent of white rapids. Liters 
of new man juice splattered against my torso.

He walked up to me. I looked at him. Good Knight! The top of my head 
only reached the middle of his chest! He grabbed me, and held me up 
pinned against the wall.

"What the fuck was that!"

"I don't know....."

"I wanna do it again....damn this feels great!"

He looked at me with a sparkle in his eyes.

"There is nothing more that I wanna do right now except to you bed 
and screw you till you scream, except for one thing."

"What's that?"

"Doin' the same thing with my boyfriend. I think I go find some type 
of clothes to fit into and go pull him outta class...."

"Speaking of class young man, what were you doing out of it?"

It was Scot. He apparently saw most of what transpired and Aww shit! 
I missed the transformation on him...........

"I got permission to work on my computer project at home, since we 
have more advanced computers. Besides even if I had decided to cut 
class, what are you gonna do about it now?"

"You may be big, but you don't everything. I'm still your dad and I 
could take you down. But for right now, go get your boyfriend and 
have fun. Which by the way reminds me. You never told me you had a 
BOYfriend."

"You never asked."

"Well don't make him too tired. I may want to meet him."

"Same for your new lover there. See ya, Uncle Sean. Nice new look and 
thanks for what ya did to me."

Jacob ran upstairs and left us alone. Scot turned to me. He stood as 
tall as I did and was heavily muscled, though not nearly as big as I 
was, but definitely no slouch.

"Well I can see why it is you needed to get away from it all. Jacob's 
right. Nice new look, but those clothes....that cum stain color isn't 
quite in fashion."

Scot led me back up to his bedroom. He pushed me to the bed and 
slowly pulled my clothes off, rubbing them against my skin. I got 
rock hard. Scot was gorgeous before, but now...and he a regressed to 
be about my age, or younger I think! My dick was slappin against my 
nipples. He pulled his clothes off and revealed his package that had 
grown to go about half way up his abs. He gently moved in on me, face 
to face. He glided his face to the back of my neck and gently nibbled 
my ear. Then moving down he gave me kisses down my neck and chest, 
breaking into a long, velvety lick til he got to my crotch. He placed 
his mouth on the side of my prick and slowly glossed up to the head. 
He then placed the head in his mouth and began to suck me of ever so 
slowly, I thought I would explode from blue balls by the time he 
finished. He almost had me reaching orgasm when he bit the end. I let 
a little yelp and he jumped up knocked me to the bed and popped his 
beef stick into my mouth. I firmly grabbed his ass and started 
rocking him back and forth while he was in my mouth. I ran my tongue 
everywhere and kept loosening and tightening the seal, which I formed 
around his organ with my mouth. He began to moan loudly. He pulled 
out, flipped me over and laid down flat on top of me. He matched my 
position perfectly and if I moved, he moved with me. He began to 
gyrate his hips so that his long, thick schlong slid up and down my 
back. While doing this he messaged my hands and then sat up to work 
on my arms, neck and back. My god stop....I'm gonna burrow a hole in 
this mattress! He then flipped around. Still skimming his precious 
prick up and down my back, he began to message, smell and kiss my 
feet!. Every once in a while giving them a tickle. He then groped and 
felt my legs, grabbing and pinching the hamstrings particularly hard. 
Again he flipped around. This time he started fondling my ass and he 
stuck his face in and began to lick slow long strokes. I was shaking, 
trembling, I was gonna blow and make Jacob's spew look like an 
infants piss stream. Then he got up and backed off. I lay there 
turning questions in my mind. "What the fuck is he doing?" "Is he 
getting something?" My dick became petrified. "Touch me again you 
fucknut!" My balls ached so much I began to cry. "What is he waiting 
for!!!" I was almost about up and turning around, when a wave and 
pain and pleasure came from my ass. "Ughnnnnmmmmm!"

Scot had waited just long enough and then slammed into my butt, but 
hard. I the sensation was over whelming. I nearly lost consciousness. 
He began pounding with long, full strokes, while using his hands to 
stroke my body in time, rhythm and action to his prick. I grabbed the 
sheets, tearing them, trying to hold on to this feeling as long as I 
could. Suddenly he asked, "What do you want from me?"

"What?!?"

"What do you want from me. IF you could have any part of my body, 
what would you want from me?"

I thought this kind of silly to ask, but I was too caught up in 
ecstasy, so I answered think more of his member than of his body.

"I want your muscles."

I felt that center of my brain explode as I reached orgasm. A few 
seconds later he reached his pinnacle too and exploded inside of me. 
I felt a rush of energy surge through my body. Scot collapsed on top 
of me, but I began to slowly feel another heaviness. I. I ...me, 
myself felt heavier, stronger. I rolled Scot over and walked across 
the room. My footsteps seemed louder than before. I looked in the 
mirror and gasped at what I saw. I was enormous before, I was 
completely freaky now! I stumbled backwards to and on top of the bed. 
I fell beside Scot who placed his arms around me, snuggled to my 
chest and we fell asleep.

The next morning, Scot helped me get some new clothes, and gave me 
the key to his penthouse.

"Well it's late evening now, so it should be fairly quiet. Most 
everyone should be checked in. I'll have my longest stretch limo take 
you there and let you in the back door. Hopefully, the limo will be 
long enough that you don't effect my driver, although Luis might be 
quite the turn on after a sniff of you,"

"Hey!"

"Don't worry about it. From the back door head straight down the 
hall, it runs into the lobby with the elevators immediately on the 
left. Press the penthouse button and turn this key in the lock and 
away you go. You give Madam what's her face directions?"

"Yes I did and she'll be there around two in the afternoon and work 
the magick to stop this. Shouldn't take very long."

"Great then I'll be there around three to perform some voodoo."

I got into the limo and rode to the Hotel. It was long enough to keep 
the scent from Luis. I'm sure Scot will be disappointed. I ran 
through the garage and past the back doorman so as not to trigger 
him. I got into the elevator, pressed the button and turned the key. 
The doors were just about shut when about four or five hands all 
stuck themselves in the way causing them to open. About seven teenage 
boys anywhere from five-foot two to six foot six got in.

"You boys go ahead up to your room and go to bed, we've got a bid day 
ahead of us tomorrow with all the sights to see. I'm gonna check with 
the manager about my room. Remember I'm just a floor below. Hopefully 
by tomorrow I'll be on the same floor."

"Okay, Mr. Harris," the boys answered mock politely.

I was going to move out of the elevator, but they held to their 
positions, blocking my way. I could knock them over, but with their 
chaperone in the lobby there that would draw undue attention and 
people to myself. One of them looks at me.

"Hey are you a wrestler?"

"Uhm, no."


"Oh. That's cool. You're big enough to be one. Thought you might be. 
We've got tickets to go see some wrestling tomorrow night."

"I see." I said. "And what school are you guys with?"

"Oh we're not with any school. We're part of a group called 'Late 
Bloomers' for kids who don't mature until very late."

"Well, what do you guys have to worry about. I mean you're all around 
twelve to fifteen or so right?"

"Oh no! Minors can't go on trips to the big city. It's supposedly too 
dangerous. All of us are senior types. Eighteen years old. It's just 
none of us have tried to grow up yet." They all laughed.

The elevator doors started to close as they finally pushed their button.

"So all of you are eighteen."

"Yes sir, we're all eighteen. Hey.....What's that smell?"

I think I'm gonna have some fun........

To be continued upon requests.